Radical Face - Sleepwalking Lyrics
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Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Sleepwalking By Radical Face?
I fell asleep in the chair by the fireplace
And I woke up in the kitchen sink With an umbrella full of holes overtop my head and I fell asleep on the table with your picture in hand And I woke up in the cupboard With some scrapes on my arms and a mouthful of hell The chains are rattling in the attic again And the birds are building nests in the windowsill Dust has settled over everything And the ceiling fan still cuts a lazy circle I got a picture on the mantlepiece Of the way that I thought that we'd end up But this shares no resemblance to that Yeah, that shares no resemblance to that at all I tore the dreams from my head and tossed them in the flames And the smoke smelled like my past And it stung my eyes, but I was too stubborn to blink and I slept inside the piano 'till the rain was gone And I woke up when I saw the sun And wiped the sleep from my eyes Yeah, I knew my time had come We're all still a part of everything that we were And we'll all float along with everything And in turn, we'll all fall apart with everything But we'll learn just what things are like outside our heads And I hear them singing And I hear my name And I feel you scrub my skin And I was happy to fade |
Who Wrote Sleepwalking By Radical Face?
Benjamin Cooper
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What's The Duration Of The Sleepwalking By Radical Face?The duration of Sleepwalking is 4:41 minutes and seconds. |
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