Sleep - Garbage

In the middle of the night, head on my pillow

Looking like a little ghost

Seems like all of the things that you gave me, mother

Have all gone up in smoke

In the middle of the night, you don’t know what I’m thinking

But still the stars do sparkle and shine

Seems like all of the time our boat was slowly sinking

You didn’t even seem to mind

Now all I want to do is sleep

Now all I want to do is sleep

Now all I want to do is sleep