In the afterbirth of another dying day
I lie on cold earth under a sky so gray
Counting my sorrows like some count sheep
Maybe tomorrow will not bring any more grief

But at the very least
Let tomorrow bring sleep
If I cannot have peace
Let tomorrow bring sleep

At the moment of climactic ascendancy
I realize in torment my enslaving dependency
Keeps me grounded burying me so very deep
Nothing I can do about it, it's just one more grief

But at the very least
Let tomorrow bring sleep
If I cannot have peace
Let tomorrow bring sleep

Counting my sorrows like some count sheep
Maybe tomorrow will not bring any more grief

But at the very least
Let tomorrow bring sleep
If I cannot have peace
Let tomorrow bring sleep

I pray for it
I beg for it
I pound my fists
I ask for it
I demand it
But it spitefully slips...

So... Far... Away... From me