Eric Whitacre
Sleep
The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind's a-flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises
In the night
A frightening shadow
Flickering light
As I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream
Give second sight

What dreams may come both dark and deep
On flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep (Dark and Deep)
As I surrender unto sleep (Dark and Deep)
As I surrender unto sleep

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep (Sleep)