it's a quarter past twelve,
and i can't sleep tonight.
i have too many things going on in my
and thousands of millions of thoughts just
wish washin' around in there.
oh, if i could silence them all
if i could quiet my mind for just,
just a few hours.
just long enough to …
drift off. drift to sleep.
go to bed.
sing me a lullaby,
lace it with cyanide.
kill the thoughts that keep me from sleep.