Morning, your toast Your tea and sugar Read about a politician’s lover Go through the day Like a knife through butter 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 dawns 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 dawns like a suicide But you’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight Hope, 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 dawns like a suicide But you’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight Sleep like a baby tonight Like a bird, your dreams'll take flight Like St. Francis covered in light You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight