G D C G D And you said it was like fire around the brimC G D Burning solid burning thin the burning rimC G D Like stars burning holes right through the darkC G Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyesD C G D You were one inch from the edge of this bedC G D C G D C I dragged you back a sleepyhead sleepyheadD C G D They couldn't think of something to say the day you burstC G D With all their lions and all their might and all their thirstC G D They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thinC G D Against the walls against your rules against your skinC G D My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doorsC G D C G D C Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead sleepyhead
Sleepyhead
Passion Pit
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Tom:
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