Count Sheep - Enon

She’s got to lower her sail

Too bad the winds got in her way

Tide’s changing up ahead

So cut off your ears at east of issues

This conversation’s done

We’ve covered heads she’s covered tails

She’s cut off her conscience on

Deep in your head and you’re still crying

But you don’t have the right

You take sides and spill it if to save from the spite

From the roll of the honor and a gluttonous heap

You would use the whole barn up and you love to count sheep

So count sheep

This diamond’s not for sale

With big advertisements in our heads

One lie won’t tip the scale

For rich little beggars making big bets

They’re out to mark the score

Fat cats away dead mice decay

Recouching on the course

Awake in the bed and lay there crying

But you don’t have the right

Go on open your feeder for another big bite

You run all kinds of red lights except the ones on the street

When you run out of exits you can always count sheep

So count sheep