| The Comfort of Sleep, The Power of Hope Twilight comes and finds me still in bed. The sun�s cruel light is playing with my head, Like waking up the dead, it�s hard to find my daily bread. But you give me hope, as hard as it is to cope, you give me hope. Jenny calls, I make a note again. Starlight falls, upon the sins of men. Let these thoughts ferment, and become the wine of my lament. And lately now my eyes open and I see, the world is not what I wish it could be. But you are there to hold my head up high and keep it there till the day I die. Dawn�s harsh wake is knocking at my door, but I still sleep, still laying on the floor. For your sake I arise and leave as my dream dies. But you gave me hope, as hard as it was to cope, you gave me hope. And lately now the skies open and I see, this world is not the place I want to be. But you are there to help me hold a hope, and pull me, pull me, pull me up the rope. |