Morning, your toast, your tea and sugar Read about the politician’s lover Go through the day like knife through bu*ter Why don’t you You dress in the colours of forgiveness Your eyes as red as Christmas Purple robes are folded on the kitchen chair You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight In your dreams everything is alright Tomorrow dawn's like someone else’s suicide You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight Dreams It’s a dirty business, dreaming Where there is silence and not screaming Where there’s no daylight, there’s no healing No, no You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight In your dreams everything is alright Tomorrow dawn's like a suicide But you’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight Hope is where the door is When the church is where the war is Where no one can feel no one else’s pain You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight In your dreams everything is alright Tomorrow dawn's like a suicide But you’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight Sleep like a baby tonight Like a bird, your dreams will take flight Like St. Francis covered in light You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight