"Counting 99 Sheep"

[butterflydreaming]

Come inside, close the door,
she's not coming home
tonight
she's chasing the moon
and you are spilling our light
It won't be locked.
Close the door.

Let it be, come inside,
she will come around
or not
turning back to your reach
and the friendship she forgot,
as did you.
Close the door.

Come inside, close the door,
she doesn't want you now
I do
she knows it won't be barred
and the dark is coming through
I'm by your side,
Close the door.