There's no more room for angels
To dance or even stand
Upon this pin entangled

Bleeding sugar from our hands
Bleeding ashes from our feet
Won't you help me count my sheep

Won't you help me count my sheep tonight

You make your heart a decoration

It's like a broken violin
So carefully made empty
Taking only silence in

Taking saccharine to kill your pain
Won't you help me stripping cane
Won't you help me stripping cane tonight


Stripping cane for something sweet
Stripping cane a man complete is born

His heart a thing to hold both dark and light
Stripping cane no tongue can tell
The silent ring of this empty bell

Won't you tell me fare thee well
Fare thee well tonight


I've got nowhere to go now
I'm like a bird in an eclipse
And the grammar of our bodies

Breathing poems to our lips
Breathing verses out of rhyme
Won't you help me killing time

Won't you help me killing time tonight

There's no more room for angels

To dance or even stand
Upon this pin entangled
Bleeding sugar from our hands

Bleeding ashes from our feet
Won't you help me count my sheep
Won't you help me count my sheep tonight

Won't you help me count my sheep tonight
Won't you help me