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 [bad word] against your sin

Mine [bad word] down
Till they're pouring out through the doors
Of your life then go in disguise like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead