Just like ghosts, so close, so close to the light
so close to finding out and then it dies
like gold, we held it in our hands
held it too tight and then it slipped

so sleep, be still
so sleep, be still

like gods, so cold
so far removed from the world below
like sand, so hard
so hard to hold in the palm of a hand

so sleep, be still
so sleep, be still

what will we [bad word] when every song's been sung
to bear the torch is [bad word] undone

so sleep, be still
so sleep, be still (x2)

like hope, so frail, so quick to erode
like love and love lost
so hard to grasp even when its there

so sleep, be still
so sleep, knowing nothing at all