Sleeping Sound

I used to think that you belonged to me

A cherry on the plinth of modernity

Trim the fat of phantom day for night

But divert from between back-flip and jackknife

I'm out of time

I don't know what I've found

I think I've lost my head

I don't know how you're sleeping sound

Once I tried to tell you you were mine

I was tripping face-up fire and gasoline

I held you close in the palm of my hand tracing

Your back up, snared in the back of the paper

I'm out of time

I don't know what I've found

I think I've lost my head

I don't know how you're sleeping sound

I don't know how you're sleeping sound

I don't know how you're sleeping sound