Thought I should come past your door
Try to get trusted, initiate more
Thought I could lessen this thing
With reasoning
Some thieves can rob back their time
But I′m sleeping, sleeping
I escape some more
Sometimes I'm listening, I can′t hear a thing
Sometimes I'm up on a cloud
I'm only wishing, I can′t do nothing
My senses stay underground
Sleeping, sleeping
So much more
I′ll try to stay back this time
I'll raise my fist to the incremental world
Tied admiration is fine
But it′ll take much more
Sometimes I reach out, at the wrong kind of things
Sometimes I'm ripped on the floor
My indignation means I can′t do a thing
My senses stay underground
Sleeping, sleeping
Sleeping
But it'll take much more
′Cause when I'm conscious I can't hear a sound
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping
Writer(s): Kevin Hunter, James Kerr, Charles Burchill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
