My Lady D'Arbanville Why do you sleep so still I'll wake you tomorrow And you will be my pill, yes you will be my pill But your heart seems so silent Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low Why does it grieve me so You look so cold tonight

Alexander, come back to sleep I have an early meeting out of town It’s still dark outside I know, I just need to write something down Why do you write like you’re running out of time? (shh) Come back to bed, that would be enough I’ll be back before you