F#m A E Morning, your toast, your tea and F#m A E Sugar, Read about the politician’s F#m A E Lover, Go through the day like knife through D B Butter, Why don’t you. You dress in the colours of Forgiveness, Your eyes as red as. Christmas, Purple robes are folder. On the kitchen chair. Chorus: F#m E D You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight. F#m E D In your dreams, everything is alright. F#m E B Tomorrow dawns like someone else’s suicide. D E You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight. Dreams It’s a dirty business, Dreaming, Where there is silence and not Screaming, Where there’s no daylight, there’s no Healing, no, no Chorus Hope, hope is where the Door is, When the church is where the War is, Where no one can Feel no one else’s pain. Chorus Sleep like a baby tonight Like a bird, your dreams take flight Like St. Francis covered in light You're gonna sleep like a baby tonight | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E F#m B |