She sleeps so soft
So soft I tread
Arranging papers
A room in bed

And if she's dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
And gone her hopes of getting tired

I call the shots
'Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock

It's getting late
You've had enough
The hour's come
The hours go

I'm twitching lense
And twitching on
And there you lie
Your make-up on

And girl if you're dreaming deep tonight
I'll lie with you by reading light
A glass of water by your side
And gone our hopes of getting tired

I call the shots
'Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock

It's getting late
You've had enough
The hour's come
The hour's come
The hour's come
The hour's come
The hour's come
The hour's come
The hour's come
The hour's come
The hour's come
The hour's come