Poets of the fall – Sleep, sugar

Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace

You're feeling the rush
of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in.

Hurry up then
Or you'll fall behind and
They will take control of you

And you need to heal
The hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind

You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don't look behind

Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in,
And carry you over to a new morning.