Give me back my dreams
I've been counting these sheeps
Since I can't remember when
Give me back my sleep
I'll be dreaming of you till I wake up crying again
I have lain awake through the longest hours
Wondering whether to cry or scream
You can take my heart
It was always yours
Just give me back my dreams
When the clock strikes three, I don't care anymore about you or anything
When the clock strikes four, I could sell my soul just to hear my telephone ring
You don't have to talk to me the way we used to talk for hours
We don't have to talk at all, but may I send you flowers?
I've been counting these sheeps
Since I can't remember when
Give me back my sleep
I'll be dreaming of you till I wake up crying again
I have lain awake through the longest hours
Wondering whether to cry or scream
You can take my heart
It was always yours
Just give me back my dreams
When the clock strikes three, I don't care anymore about you or anything
When the clock strikes four, I could sell my soul just to hear my telephone ring
You don't have to talk to me the way we used to talk for hours
We don't have to talk at all, but may I send you flowers?