an image in my mind, but a place is hard to find in the break of dawn
everything is green, nothing as it seems but the music moves me
the Apple spell, it tastes so well,
let's move in the rhythm of sinking soul
when the lights move on low all gets thick and slow
the accident of touch, says so much
if I bewilder you, you do it too
the rhythm of sinking soul, keeps playing
tick tack on the wall life moves too fast to fall
so sing me to sleep, before you go
as you bewitched my body and soul you have to sing me to sleep
before you go
so, sing me to sleep