Sleepy Time
Cannot you see the ending from the start?
Didn't you tear it broken fall apart?
Fall on me
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
Runnin' around in white capes in the dark
Wooden and mostly chopped up on the floor
Wooden and broken glass, our feet are sore
And bloody as hell and
Why don't you take the wheel?
Wouldn't you care to steer?
Try not to drive those horses through my door
Didn't you tear it broken fall apart?
Fall on me
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
Runnin' around in white capes in the dark
Wooden and mostly chopped up on the floor
Wooden and broken glass, our feet are sore
And bloody as hell and
Why don't you take the wheel?
Wouldn't you care to steer?
Try not to drive those horses through my door
Credits
Writer(s): David Provenzano, Sarah Shotwell, Elizabeth Leibovich, Michael Leibovich
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