Counting sheep
In sleepless dreams
Hue drifts
Away with the lust
Of hope
When I awake
From this vortex
In the cortex
This melancholy
Will fade
Counting sheep
In sleepless dreams
Hue drifts
Away with the lust
Of hope
When I awake
From this vortex
In the cortex
This melancholy
Will fade
