Nocturne

The Greek sword

Over the head of your bed

It swings around like a mobile

To help you sleep

Don't be silly

No sudden movement

Or you'll sleep forever

Thorn in your eye and an awful smell

With the early morning sun

Sleep tight, stay quiet

Don't move, don't moan

Don't toss nor turn

Nocturne, Nocturne, Nocturne

Nocturne, Nocturne, Nocturne

This is not a warning

We are not like that

It shall only show

How far we can go

You see we could, but if we would

It depends on you

You see we could, but if we would

It depends on you

The horse's head

At the foot of your bed

Smiles at you

Like the first smile

On the first morning

But its eyes gaze

Gone and empty

And the sheets and the carpet

Have sucked his blood and an awful smell

With the early morning sun

Sleep tight, stay quiet

Don't move, don't moan

Don't toss nor turn

Nocturne, Nocturne, Nocturne

Nocturne, Nocturne, Nocturne

This is not a warning

We are not like that

It shall only show

How far we can go

You see we could, but if we would

It depends on you

You see we could, but if we would

It depends on you