time to think Besides I got the picture straight She must have had another date I didn't need this extra weight I wish that I could see the way to shore
't believe I only came here to watch the bulls fight Tell my mother, "I need a good lawyer" Tell my father, "I'm getting a tan" My sleepy siesta down
Watch her out there on display Dancing in her sleepy way While all her visions start to play On the icicles of our decay. Fading flowers in her hair
spume topped breakers shore wards loom And boulder on boulder on land is laid The Triton's hymn round a vanished tomb The ocean cradles its sleepy wave
Before a neon night's lighting I'm right beside you The fire in motion The fire in motion The desert sun sinking Sleepy and low But we're just waking
window, Where no curtain hung, I saw you, I saw you, Coming back to me. One begins to read between The pages of a look. The sound of sleepy music, And
open window Where no curtain hung I saw you, I saw you Comin' back to me One begins to read between The pages of a look The shape of sleepy music And
friends were all drowning cause their homes were turning to water A strange, kinda sad, big old bear surely would happily eat me he'd tear me to pieces that bear Wake up sleepy
through an open window where no curtain hung I saw you I saw you One begins to read between the pages of a book The shape of sleepy music and suddenly
Watch her out there on display Dancing in her sleepy way And all her visions start to play The icicles of our decay Marlene, drink it to Marlene Fading
in circles we are coming out Dance away the meters through the muddy waters We are submariners close to foreign shores Pride in sleepy hollows doesn
A distant car, a quiet night Like starin' at the ceiling My sleepy eyes, you smell so nice It's such a funny feeling Got no idea, what time it is Delightfully
Sleepy rhythms were lulling us Trolling down a long canal Onto savage shores and gilded floors Of coliseums through the load-in door Certain of this
She's by my side I want to know her, where could she be Throw me out in the cold ocean waves 'Til I finally reach her shore They tell me life is for
sleepy girl's breathing With the rhythm of the southbound train Oh, well the wind starts to look like her hair And the sun and her bright blue eyes As the sea and the shore
to think; Besides I got the picture straight, She must've had another date; I didn't need this extra weight, I wish that I could see the way to shore
