Tell me you had bad dreams last night'Cause you were rolling in your sleepTell me you hate those bright street lightsSometimes the shadows give you the creepsPleaseClose your eyesPleaseIf you donīt want to sayPleaseClose your eyesWhat keeps you awakeTell me the air up hereīs too thinYou can īt feel the wind when it movesTell me the stars are made of tinAnd that they`re bangin on the roofThe sun will riseAnd keep your mind at easeSo close your eyesPleaseClose your eyesIf you don `t want to sayPleaseClose your eyesPlease what keeps you awake. Jump,Little Children
