Letra de Nightingale

Turned off the phone, I turned off our home Turned off the whole Turned off T.V.s, I`m turned off in me I turned off with ease I turned off with ease Sleep, as you weep, your bad dreams On the count of three, please, release them thru me Turned off the sword, I turned off reward And scenes of expecting It`s not what you say, it`s where it comes from It`s where it comes from It`s where it comes from