Sleepwalking - Live

I don't know this crap I'm talking,
I must be sleepwalking, I must be sleepwalking
I can't feel this fire I'm breathing running round just like a heathen,
I must be sleepwalking, I must be sleepwal... king

This glass is cloudy, this cigarette is rough,
this shit I'm talking I'd have thought you'd shake me off
but you keep talking,
am I sleepwalking?

Slow train to the city, brush by those fiery eyes hanging from them shirts
and ties, go to sleep so pretty,
I steal a kiss from you, make a meal of you

And as I'm shaking with each thing that you take off,
move for the door and as I do you call my bluff and now it's locking,
am I sleepwalking?

Oh it's bad, bad, bad
You know I need it bad, bad, bad
You know I need it baby, baby, please, bad, bad, bad, bad

Oh, you know I need it bad, bad, bad
You know I need it bad, bad, bad
You know I need it baby, baby, please, bad, bad, bad, bad, oh yeah now

And as I'm shaking with each thing that you take off,
move for the door and as I do you call my bluff and now it's locking,
am I sleepwalking?

It's bad, bad, bad
You know I need it bad, bad, bad
You know I need it baby, baby, please,
bad, bad, bad, bad, oh yeah now



Credits
Writer(s): Gavin Fitzjohn, Donald Alexander Robert Little, Paolo Giovanni Nutini, Donnie Little
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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