Noises bothering you at a constant rate Chores and duties start to stack up Eyes collapsing and what seems like fate But the sink collect yet another cup   Papers and papers mile high The coziness calling you to bed Sleeping is like without the commitment of to die You can do chores or dream instead   And when you start to inherit heavy eyes Caressed by warmth from every angle Forgetting about the world that lies Problems and worries start to untangle   Youre fading away into the deepEntering the great nature of sleep