Short (Poets of the fall) Stage (исполнитель: Sleep sugar)
Hear your heartbeat Beat a frantic pace And it's not even seven AM You're feeling [bad word] of anguish settling You cannot help showing them in. Hurry up then Or you'll fall behind and They will take control of you And you need to heal The hurt behind your eyes Fickle words crowding your mind So Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in, Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within Sleep, sweetie, let your floods [bad word] in, And carry you over to a new morning Day after day Fickle visions Messing with your head Fickle, vicious Sleeping in your bed Messing with your head Fickle visions Fickle, vicious So Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in, Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within Sleep, sweetie, let your floods [bad word] in, And carry you over to a new morning