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 chairYou'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 tonightDreams
It's a dirty business, dreaming
Where there is silence and not screaming
Where there's no daylight
There's no healing, no noYou'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 tonightHope, hope is where the door is
When the church is where the war is
Where no one can feel no one else's painYou'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
Songwriters
ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL DAVID HEWSONPublished by
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