Goblins of memory, creeping through the door
Trolls of anxiety, crouching on the floor...
And every one was there to haunt me in my fear.
But now that you're near, I can make them disappear
Back to their lair 'til the time when you're not there.
It all spirals wrong when you lie awake 'til dawn:
A meaningless existence and a worthless little song.
Counting sheep never helped me get to sleep,
But sleep comes deep when you're with me in the sheets.
Oh, my dear, make the devils disappear.
