summer rain And I can not compete with you, Jolene He talks about you in his sleep And there's nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls
tap Five shows with no nap, I'll sleep when I in the dirt Ain't tryin' to party with you industry faggots, I come to work Emergin' from the hurt, that
Now can you hear the call in our rambling land? Susurrations that can expand Beyond all hope of light And plunge us into unrelenting night A pall, a
land is alive tonight Oh, the corn has grown stalks that form a wall to hide But the wind carries sounds that I can't see from beyond that line Then
met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents house and though I didn't know it then I soon was finding out you are the roots that sleep
Satan as I drop full to an easy Ouija board And I break now I lay me down to sleep I do this shit in my sleep, I'm sleepin' now, as if I was awake
looking for answers from the great beyond I'm breaking through I'm bending spoons I'm keeping flowers in full bloom I'm looking for answers from the great Answers from
With life just begun, my sleeping new son Has eyes that roll back in his head They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart And pictures a world past
sleep Your lonesome voice that seems to say Your cold, cold heart will pay and pay My tears pour down like falling rain Through restless sleep I call your name Perhaps someday beyond
Pulling myself out of a dead sleep With the impression of the dream still fresh in my mind Before I'm even awake, the words, the music were complete
t get well. I was sitting in a room, I never recognized it For the picture before my eyes. I was sleeping in the middle of the bed again, I'm not sure
dirty lies While the city sleeps Earth is crumbling Everyone's talking And doing not a thing While the city sleeps Men are dreaming A world enlightened Beyond
, I gotta go We had it once, we ain't got it anymore" She packed her bags, left me behind She bought a ticket on the Central Line Nights as I sleep
im eons and eons beyond these be-ons, another human like me there will never be one, The planet that I be on, I can never speak on, The stars is what I sleep
a beat box of must Crimson wordplay prevail, the narrator from the doorway My partners in this, have gotta be clearly obvious Known for superior form of smoke inhalation from
come out tight Thoughts start creeping, people are sleeping Pull words out of the dreams, it's the deep end It's the deep end, people are sleeping
time common people are soldiers, that's just the way it works out. This is a soldier's dream The other night I was tumbling towards an uneasy sleep