Letras:Eric Whitacre. Sleep.

The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed, a thousand pictures fill my head, I cannot sleep , my mids aflight; and yet my limbs seems made of lead.

Simultaneous Split:
(SAT) If there are noises in the night, a frightening shadow, Flickerering light;

(B) If there are noises in the night, in the night

Then I surrender unto sleep, where cloads of dream give second sight.
What dreams may come, both dark and deep--

Simultaneous Split:

(SA) of flying wings and soaring leap?
-As I surrender unto sleep.-
Repeat 3x

(TB) -dark and deep-
Repeat 3x
...dark, unto sleep

-Sleep-
Repeat at least 10x

(Thanks to Lee for these lyrics)