"Sleep" lyrics
"Sleep"
A momentary lapse in concentration
I got sucked into the oil spill
Into the wallpaper
I was trying to make your picture out
I drew and drew and drew you
Still I couldn't get the likeness
The portrait stared there lifeless
And that's how I knew
I'd lost it for you
I guess there's no one else, save myself, to speak to
I guess there's nothing left to do but sleep
One, two, three, four
I ordered treasure from the internet
The kind that only lasts a night
That falls apart in taxis
Or frees itself on dance floors
Here in the glow of news and night shows
I fear we're not worth weightless gold
Was I dripping over you, my mouth full of teeth?
Your eyes stoned with boredom
My hands shall be claws then
I guess there's nothing left to do
Of course that's when
I knew I'd lost it for you
I understood I'd lost it for good
I guess there's no one else, save myself, to speak to
I guess there's nothing left to do but sleep
Seabird, I've lost it for you
I guess there's nothing left to do
I've lost it for you
I guess there's nothing left
I drew and drew and drew you
I drew and drew and drew and drew and drew you
I guess there's nothing left to do
I guess there's nothing left
I fall apart in taxis
I free myself on dance floors
I fall apart in taxis
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