Letra de Sleep - Eric Whitacre

The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep my mind's aflight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead
If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep (dark)
As I surrender unto sleep (dark)
As I surrender unto sleep
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep