And everything is going to the beat And everything is going to the beat And everything is going
And you said It was like fire around the brim Burning silent Burning thin the burning rim Like stars burning holes right the dark You gave fire like someone into my eyes You will not inch from the edge of this bed I drive you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead
They couldn't of something to say the day you burst They'll try to rely in for all their might and all their thirst They draw in your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin Against the walls against your rules against your sin
Mine can't come down Till they're pouring out through the doors Of your life then go in disguise like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead