Sleep

Tonight the TV is my friend
Life’s misdemeanors won’t let the magic in
Some inspiration then it stops
But when the rain it comes it never wants to stop
Sleep, sleep
It doesn’t hurt to be here any more
Sleep, sleep
A box of you is lying on the floor
God wants to know the long weekend
He’ll get to know his son Jesus as a friend
All superheroes fast asleep
It gets so busy seven days a week
Sleep, sleep
It doesn’t hurt to be here any more
Sleep, sleep
A box of you is lying on the floor
For all misguided modesties, illusions of the past
Not everything that’s meant to be is always going to last
I love you
I love to turn you on