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
