Bed Time

When I do count the clock that tells the time And see the brave day sunk in hideous night When I behold the violet past prime And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must go Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence Goodnight I've got too much time to think And I know it sounds like a good thing but it's not Not for me And I've got too much time to think About you, and how I lost you, so all I do is think I get lot in my head From time to time So I'll just lay in bed From time to time And think As I fall alseep Drifting off slowly Drifting off slowly Drifting off