The pain will go, and soon subside.
The hate will leave you; it too dies.
And I'll be right here, by your side.
So sleep

till the morning comes.

It's just a cut love:
smallest wound.
It too shall leave you,
you'll rest soon.
Lay back right here
underneath the moon
and sleep

till the morning comes.

I've tried so hard, not to hurt you,
tried so hard to dry your eyes,
tried so hard to give you answers,
tried so hard to ask you why,

tried to make you understand
that I'll be here to hold your hand.
But do you want me here
to watch you sleep?

Sleep until the sun is shining.
Sleep until we meet again.
Sleep until you hear me crying.

Sleep until the morning comes.
Sleep until the mourning comes.

Sleep until we wash away yours sins.