Going To Sleep

I do believe
That I am going
To sleep
So don't make a din
Cause I'll be dreaming

That a wind welled up and took my eye out
And the storm took the roof with it

I do believe
That I want you
Around
We make our sounds
We make them out loud

But from a window sill I could be lost to you
From a branch you could be lost to me

Staring at the ceiling
And how
Trying to keep my feet on the ground

I do believe
That I'm dreaming aloud
When you're around
When we're about town

But from a window sill I could be lost to you
From a branch you could be lost to me