Everybody's Gone to The Rapture (the Chronicles of the last days) (№ 427496)

Sleep, my sweet baby, close your eyes.
Moonlight in the window. Stars in the Sky
They tell us: you will wake up, you will be mine!
Sleep, my sweet baby...
Little you're mine.
Numbers and fog, stars we see.
Once they called us... to them to fly... Should.
Sleep... sleep, baby...