Goblins of memory, creeping through the door Trolls of anxiety, crouching on the floor... And every one was there to haunt me in my fear. But now that you're near, I can make them disappear Back to their lair 'til the time when you're not there. It all spirals wrong when you lie awake 'til dawn: A meaningless existence and a worthless little song. Counting sheep never helped me get to sleep, But sleep comes deep when you're with me in the sheets. Oh, my dear, make the devils disappear.