Two-thirty in the morning
Tossing and turning
It's raining and raining
Sleep 
It's eluding
Me
Something is calling
An inaudible yearning
It's no great mystery
My alabaster Lady
Her final sounds are haunting me
My final summer
In the hilly fields of green
The closing stages of a rainbow dream
It must've been my farewell song
So many years have passed
And it's still echoing strong
It's raining and raining
Two-thirty in the morning
And I'm tossing and wanting
By the twilight of a bygone day
A darling far away
In the shadows of a mountain
Where we used to play

Two-thirty in the morning
Tossing and turning
It's raining and raining
They say fairytales aren't true
Why am I missing you?
It's insane 
I'm sleepless on an eerie song 
And good old-fashioned 
New York rain
I'm sleepless 
Sleepless again


Sleepless - For Marlyne © 2003 Ahkenaton  all rights reserved