I wanna bring her to bed
I wanna sing her to sleep
To put her head and her shoulders and her fingers to sleep
Hold her as she falls into REM
Sweet dreams behind your eyes till you open them
Her eyes are cool they catch on fire
I couldn't explain it over a telephone wire
They're black as space
They highlight her face when the red sun is in his proper place
They look around they look for me
She never gets to see them does she?
I can tell they've had a hard day and closin' them down is the only way
Under her skin is a furnace of fire and a blanket of clouds and a pillow of stars on a mattress of briars
She'll wake up freezin' like a funeral rose but I'll be right beside her while her eyes are closed
Her tears on my arm as the candle burns lower
Like the vinyl spiralin' in I got no more to show her
She'll meet me outside on top of the hill and a smile comes to her face 'cause she knows I feel
I will bring her to bed
I wanna sing her to sleep
To put her head and her shoulders and her fingers to sleep
Hold her as she falls into REM
Sweet dreams behind your eyes till you open them
credits
from The Medders,
released September 1, 2009
Cheyenne vox, acoustic and electric guitar
Will drums, percussion
Charlie electric guitar
Stephen harmony vox
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