Talk to myself again. All alone on my own. Walk by the scene again. Just to see what people see. Caught in your stubborn hold. And I'm so far from home.
Oh I feel so tired. I cannot hardly keep open my eyes. My thoughts are scattered and I cannot say a word. And I can? t seem to remember anything. I've learned.
[ScareCrow]. Please stay sleep, please stay sleep. please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep. Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood. from the cup to the coffin lid grill.
Am I sleeping with my eyes white. Am I alone. Am I staring into bright lights. Have I gone home. I must be dreaming when I'm sitting here. With someone else's clothes.
The day vanishes. Withers like trodden grass. Our whispers are wafting along by the breeze. Through an open passage. . Absorbed by the night. Conjure up the sleep.
I know it's late. I shouldn't call at this hour. But yet, my fate. I need lips to devour. . My nervous system is shot alright. I won't sleep unless you.
Sleep, sleep, sleep. How we love to sleep. At the close of day. When the joys of the day fade away and the memories sweet. Of the day repeat. In our dreams they creep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep. How we love to sleep. At the close of day. When the joys of the day fade away and the memories sweet. Of the day repeat. In our dreams they creep.
A million miles an hour. We swallowed dotted lines tonight. We ingest the pavement. Ignored the passing lines. . And the streets they call our names. They call our names.
Words and music by George Biondo. . Please don't talk no more. . It's just that I'm half asleep. . And not a sudden case of nasty manner. You've been here all night.
Good to heart is sleep at night. Hushing all your life. Nice to have you near to me. Good to feel your sighs. . But one of these days. You're sure to be gone.
Sleep 2:53. Little Willie John. (Earl Liebieg) 1923. Pop Chart #13 Sep 5, 1960 King Single #5394. With Jimmy Palmer-piano, Fred Jordan-guitar. William Willis-bass, Phillip Paul-drums, unk strings..
Hi it's, me i'm bored again, all is well i'm not insane. I've been drunk for seven days, everything is fine. I made some friends, broke the ice, then i ate some bread and cheese.
It seems I spend my days now wrapped in veils of sleep.. Caught in slumber's grasp,. nowhere that I should be.. I grew so goddamned tired of fighting against these chains..
My head on the ground with my mouth full of dirt. Your foot in my face is what keeps me alive. When it's over, when it's over, when it's over. When this is over, I want sleep.