Lymrics of the heart.

If I ever felt adequate enough to write such deeply felt poetry as the following, I think it'd go something along the same lines. But, seeing as how my confidence is all too far lacking, I leave it to Mr. A to Z to summarize for me:

Sleeping to Dream

Jason Mraz

I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you



I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town.


I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes


and they all fall down.


And as I lay me down tonight,


I close my eyes, what a beautiful sight.






Sleeping to dream about you


and I'm so tired.


Of havin' to live without you


But I, I don't mind.


Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired.


Oh, yes I am






I found myself in the riches


Your eyes, your lips, your hair


Well you were everywhere, out there.


I woke up in the ditches.


I hit the light and I thought you might be here


But you were nowhere. Oh love,


Well, you were nowhere at home.


As I lay me back to sleep,


Lord I pray that I can Keep.






Sleeping to dream about you


and I'm so tired.


Of having to live without you


But I, I don't mind.


Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired.






I'm so tired.






Well its Just a little lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night. Once I dry my eyes I'll...






Sleeping to dream about you


and I'm so tired.


Of having to live without you


But I, I don't mind.


Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired.


I'm so...tired.

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