作曲 : Mount
作词 : Mount
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 we wake up
Count every second on every clock
It's getting late, yeah, that I know
The hours come, the hours gone
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 'til we wake up
Count every second on every clock
It's getting late, yeah, that I know
The hours come, the hours come
The hours come, the hours come
The hours come, the hours come
The hours come, the hours come
The hours come, the hours come