The Guardian of Sleep

Sanctuary, sanctuary

Laughing in your chair

I was late up thumbing through the guide

Praying for a channel to rely on to relieve the worry

But if you feel the panic from the world you see inside

There's a ringing on the church bells

A cast in black in white

The guardian of sleep is close behind

Behind

The faithful drop their kids at school

They waves and run up street to catch the news as we approach the hour

But cut up at the junction, the radio reveals the plea

"Sanctuary, sanctuary"

What else can you hear?

When you feel the panic from the world you see outside

They'll be clapping from the high rise, attracted to the light

The guardian of sleep is close behind

Behind

They'll have her marching to the scaffold

Swinging for a crime

The guardian will follow close behind

Behind

In the place where it's sure all appears

Is good