Sing Myself To Sleep

David Marcouillier

Lyrics:

Oh, the ghost of her exists
And I hold her by the hips.
She’s not my type but she
Vexes me, unexpectedly,
Like some old voice on a static phone line.

The twilight is my light
But she’s receding from my sight.
She walks away from me
Hurriedly, most assuredly,
And I just watch her go from my doorstep.

I remember what she said to me
And I sing myself these melodies
To all those old soul songs
She used to play for me everyday
And I cry myself to sleep.
I sing myself to sleep.
Sing myself to sleep…

© 2008 David Marcouillier