Morning, your toast Your tea and sugar Read about the politicianâs lover Go through the day Like a knife through butter
Why donât you You dress in the colours of forgiveness Your eyes as red as Christmas Purple robes are folded on the kitchen chair
Youâre gonna sleep like a baby tonight In your dreams everything is alright Tomorrow dawns like someone elseâs suicide Youâre gonna sleep like a baby tonight
Dreams Itâs a dirty business, dreaming Where there is silence and not screaming Where thereâs no daylight Thereâs no healing, no no
Youâre gonna sleep like a baby tonight In your dreams everything is alright
Tomorrow dawns like a suicide But youâre gonna sleep like a baby tonight
Hope is where the door is When the church is where the war is Where no one can feel no one elseâs pain
Youâre gonna sleep like a baby tonight In your dreams everything is alright Tomorrow dawns like a suicide But youâre gonna sleep like a baby tonight Sleep like a baby tonight Like a bird, your dreams take flight Like St. Francis covered in light Youâre gonna sleep like a baby tonight