1, 2, 3
Count the sheep over me
Count the sheep
3, 2, 1
The shepherd's got a gun
Flying too close to the sun
While taking his dog for a run
In my head
At the edge of my bed
Feel the warmth from my tea
Slowly leaking on me
Count the sheep
Fuel bide run on life (?)
Don't rest till thee
Calling, asking god why
Electric sheep are here to help me
Fall asleep
In the arms machines
Lost the count so I'll start again
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
6, 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11
But i disappeared into those 7 minutes
That felt like heaven
