Goblins and Trolls

Goblins of memory, creeping through the door
Trolls of anxiety, crouching on the floor...
And every one was there to haunt me in my fear.
But now that you're near, I can make them disappear
Back to their lair 'til the time when you're not there.
It all spirals wrong when you lie awake 'til dawn:
A meaningless existence and a worthless little song.
Counting sheep never helped me get to sleep,
But sleep comes deep when you're with me in the sheets.
Oh, my dear, make the devils disappear.