She sleeps her soul
So soft and trim
Arranging papers
Around the bed
And if she's dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
glass of water by her side
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired
 [bad word] 
I call her shots
'Til you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It’s getting late
Yeah that I know
The [bad word] The hours go

Then twitching lips
And twitching arms
And there you're lying
Your make up on them
Oh, Girl if you're dreaming deep tonight
I'll lie with you by reading light
glass of water by your side
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired
 [bad word] 
I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It’s getting late
Yeah that I know
The [bad word] The hours go

I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It’s getting late
Yeah that I know
The [bad word] 
The [bad word] (x 17)