Tomorrow never comes when you are looking foward to it. You try so hard to live the day your way. But what a life if you could live the way you want it.
O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie,. Above the deep and dreamless sleep,. The silent stars go by.. Yet in the dark streets shineth,.
Singing sweetly, she passed by me. She knew, it seemed. That sound, that song was troubling me. . Do tell. No, no, no. Please, sir. Here we go. . Sleepwalking, sleep, sleepwalking.