Sleepyhead

Everything's going to the beat Everything's going to the beat Everything's going to the beat Everything's going to the beat Everything's going to the beat Everything's going to the beat You said it was like fire around the brim Burning solid, burning tin, the burning rim Like the stars burning holes right through the dark Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes You were one inch from the edge of this bed I drag you back Sleepyhead Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Sleepyhead Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst They crowd your bedroom like some thought wearing thin Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin My beard grew to the floor and out the door And out your eyes, begonia skies Sleepyhead Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Sleepyhead Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Everything's going to the beat Everything's going to the beat Everything's going to the beat Everything's going to the beat Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh