An Antiphon Cure Testo

Will sleep come this far
Or have I drifted out too deep?
I seek an antiphon cure
To this plague of query

Can sleep reach this far
To assuage this agitation?
Captive by insomnia's hold
Circumvent the weary

Tranquil inundation
Wash over this anxious mind
Fill restless hollow dreams
So there's nothing left to find

Did sleep come this far
Or just the hand of reverie?
Somnolence in oblivion
She promises answers

Sleep is way too far
Beyond the reach of out-stretched arms
I need an antiphon cure
To my plague of query