We Are The Sleepyheads

Stampa   |   Correggere

Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones
And looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone
So far gone

I took a turn to myself and I was surprised
'Cause I saw everyone whoever I had loved
I felt a whole lot better after that

But people look at us and they think were doing fine
And people look at us 'cause they see us all the time
All the time

But they never take to us
We've been in this town so long we may as well be dead
So long as people turn their heads
And cross the street whenever we walk on by

And someone told the truth when it really mattered most
The beauty of the moment is the beauty sadly lost
Sadly lost

So I went around to your house
Over tea and gin we talked about the things we read
In Luke and John, the things he said
And now it's morning we are the sleepyheads






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