Soon I won´t be able to smile anymore
No more moons will follow me
I´m more sleepy than the Sandman

Soon I loose all hope
Nothing more than my head pounding will be echoing
I´m more sleepy than the Sandman

Soon I won´t want to hear any music play
No more tracks will follow my feet
I´m more sleepy than the Sandman

Soon I loose all my senses
No more happy - go - lucky me
I´m more sleepy than the Sandman

Soon I won´t be able to leave the bed
No sun makes me want to wake up
I´m more sleepy than the Sandman

The Sandmans golden sand is doing tricks with my mind
It turns all good things into dust
He used to be my friend
But Pitch Black got to him
And now all the good dreams are over

But In a void
I slowly fall more asleep
Until I start to fade
And then I cease to exist

Good Night.