Verse 1:
It's getting late again,
I really should be sleeping,
But instead I'm wide awake;
Staring at my darkened ceiling.
My eyelids, though dipped in lead,
Still refuse to keep shut tight,
So I'm forced to lay in a drowsy state,
Awake right through another night.
Chorus:
That pretty smile,
Is all I need,
Or even the smallest chance,
To hear you breathe.
Verse 2:
I see now the true reason why;
It's the constant ticking of my brain,
And the crushing moment that I realised,
That counting sheep had become a game.
But soon enough my thoughts, they turn,
To the picture they've got of you,
And how much better of I would be;
If you were in my arms the whole night through.
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