Bedtime Songtext

It was always a pretty little tale

That had all these different angles

And while she was telling...it

Almost sounded like she was singing



Don?t ask for any character

As, not one comes to mind

But I would hold my breath

While she was stroking my head

And looked me in the eyes
Waiting for the next surprise



She always told me a little story

Before I went to bed

A story that she knew of

That had grown inside her head



It was always a pretty little tale

That had all these different angles

And while she was telling it

Almost sounded like she was singing



Her smooth sounding voice

Spinning around another tale

I went inside the story, into it deep

Her voice so warm, then I fell asleep



And I loved her so much

I had no choice

But to listen as:



She always told me a little story...