She sleeps her soul
So soft and trim
Arranging papers
Around the bed
And if she´s dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
I´m gone in hopes of getting tired

I call her shots
´Til you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It´s getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go

Then twitching lips
And twitching arms
And there you´re lying
Your make up on them
Oh, Girl if you´re dreaming deep tonight
I´ll lie with you by reading light
A glass of water by your side
I´m gone in hopes of getting tired

I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It´s getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go

I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It´s getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come

The hours come (x 17)