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 you wake up Count every second On every clock It’s getting late Yeah that I know The hours come The hours go 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 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 you wake up Count every second On every clock It’s getting late Yeah that I know The hours come The hours go The hours come