As the tendrils grasp and snare I feel myself dragged down.
Into the slumbering mist of dream roams my mind and soul.
Oh the importance of sleep, I feel a song coming on, we shall see tomorrow.
As the tendrils grasp and snare I feel myself dragged down.
Into the slumbering mist of dream roams my mind and soul.
Oh the importance of sleep, I feel a song coming on, we shall see tomorrow.