Hear the whistle blow, it echoes down my soul,
It痴 something I have always known,
Nothing sounds so sad; a cry to the unknown,
The fundamental sigh of all who致e gone this way before.
Lay me down to sleep,
Come and comfort me,
I値l sleep in peace, in a house of broken dreams.
I知 old enough to know that dreams are quickly spent,
Like a pouring rain on warm cement or fingerprints in dust; nectar on the wind,
Save them for tomorrow, and tomorrow lets you down again.
Lay me down to sleep,
Come and comfort me,
I値l sleep in peace, in a house of broken dreams.
Give me the reasons to go on,
Soften the sorrow that shatters and bends, and mend broken dreams.
Sentimental hearts, hungry for the past,
Penniless at the wishing-well,
Memories will last, and cover certain scars acquired in the daily grind of being what we are.
Lay me down to sleep,
Come and comfort me,
I値l sleep in peace, in a house of broken dreams,
Lay me down to sleep,
Come and comfort me,
I値l sleep in peace, in a house of broken dreams.
