Little lights shining

Little lights will guide them to me

My face is all lit up

My face is all lit up

If they find me racing white horses -

They'll not take me for a buoy.



Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep.



Oh I'll wake up to any sound of engines

Every gull a seeking craft

I can't keep my eyes open -

Wish I had my radio



I'd tune into some friendly voices.

Talking 'bout stupid things

I can't be left to my imagination

Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep -



Ooh, their breath is warm,

And they smell like sleep

And they say they take me home -

Like poppies, heavy with seed -

They take me deeper and deeper