I've lived a lot and I've seen a lot
And now - and now I'm just letting go
I could point my fingers at the same old traumas
The ones that we all know
But all you hear is "Mummy, please!
Please, mummy, look at me!"
And from somewhere I hear

Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep...

Through the shimmering beauty of a disco beat
And the purity of a Euro song
Where wisdom fails and words divide
Is that where I belong
lust has not left me, it [bad word] my head
And shapes my little plans
But I've no love to give or hate to take
I hope you understand
And then I hear

Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep...