She Wants

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 A glass of water by her side I'm gone in hopes of getting tired I call her shots 'Til you wake up Count every second On every clock It's getting late Yeah that I know The hours come 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 A glass of water by your side I'm gone in hopes of getting tired I call her shots 'Til you wake up Count every second On every clock It's getting late Yeah that I know The hours come The hours come The hours come The hours come The hours come The hours come The hours come The hours come The hours come The hours come --- She Wants - Metronomy