Song | Sleeping States |
Artist | Gregory And The Hawk |
Album | Come, Now |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
i listen to you talk about your | |
whistling band, ride your bikes to | |
bad racket, climb the ladder and | |
up on the roof we’re passing pipes | |
like we’re good old friends | |
but i know what i want | |
and i can’t help feeling it | |
slate blue eyes | |
noone ever tries to win me over | |
so thanks, even though it’s just | |
a little taste | |
slate blue skies | |
noone ever tries to stay up | |
later than they want to | |
even though it’s heaven | |
slipping into sleeping states | |
i listen as you try to take my | |
breath away | |
but it’s not what you do | |
it’s what you don’t say | |
if i never look over | |
you could never not stay | |
and when the sun comes up | |
we’ll have someone to blame | |
fight it now if you have to | |
i understand your mistakes | |
pretty soon it’ll all blow over and | |
i’ll go back to where i came from |
i listen to you talk about your | |
whistling band, ride your bikes to | |
bad racket, climb the ladder and | |
up on the roof we' re passing pipes | |
like we' re good old friends | |
but i know what i want | |
and i can' t help feeling it | |
slate blue eyes | |
noone ever tries to win me over | |
so thanks, even though it' s just | |
a little taste | |
slate blue skies | |
noone ever tries to stay up | |
later than they want to | |
even though it' s heaven | |
slipping into sleeping states | |
i listen as you try to take my | |
breath away | |
but it' s not what you do | |
it' s what you don' t say | |
if i never look over | |
you could never not stay | |
and when the sun comes up | |
we' ll have someone to blame | |
fight it now if you have to | |
i understand your mistakes | |
pretty soon it' ll all blow over and | |
i' ll go back to where i came from |
i listen to you talk about your | |
whistling band, ride your bikes to | |
bad racket, climb the ladder and | |
up on the roof we' re passing pipes | |
like we' re good old friends | |
but i know what i want | |
and i can' t help feeling it | |
slate blue eyes | |
noone ever tries to win me over | |
so thanks, even though it' s just | |
a little taste | |
slate blue skies | |
noone ever tries to stay up | |
later than they want to | |
even though it' s heaven | |
slipping into sleeping states | |
i listen as you try to take my | |
breath away | |
but it' s not what you do | |
it' s what you don' t say | |
if i never look over | |
you could never not stay | |
and when the sun comes up | |
we' ll have someone to blame | |
fight it now if you have to | |
i understand your mistakes | |
pretty soon it' ll all blow over and | |
i' ll go back to where i came from |