Sleep, Pretty Baby

It sucks, but it's true

There's not a person like you

Running up the stairs

Sorry to leave you there

When life comes to an end

I'll be with you, my friend

I'd write a million words

Hoping you'd understand

When I see your face

I want to go cry

It's not a bad feeling

When you're by my side

Oh, I've got it all under control

Now sleep pretty baby, rolled up in your mould