Testo Big Sleep

oh there is no sleep at the very point of the needleand there's no good companythere's an end for the circleof the plain silver ringso far from the placewhere I left her thereon higher groundwith a grey wind around her waistI have dreamed of the soft of her skin and her very own tastemy perfect friend in a perfect housethe big sleepI am awake tonightand I dream of her handsand the big sleephappyare we happy nowno I do not think that we areoh there is no sleep for methere's no good companyoh I do remember how a certain lady used to speak very gently to memy perfect friend in a perfect housethe big sleepmy perfect friend in a perfect housethe big sleepoh everything in its proper placethe bgi sleepI am awake tonight and I dream of her hands and her big sleepher big sleepher big sleepher big sleep