| Song | Sleeping States |
| Artist | Gregory And The Hawk |
| Album | Come, Now |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| i listen to you talk about your | |
| whistling band, ride your bikes to | |
| bad racket, climb the ladder and | |
| up on the roof we’re passing pipes | |
| like we’re good old friends | |
| but i know what i want | |
| and i can’t help feeling it | |
| slate blue eyes | |
| noone ever tries to win me over | |
| so thanks, even though it’s just | |
| a little taste | |
| slate blue skies | |
| noone ever tries to stay up | |
| later than they want to | |
| even though it’s heaven | |
| slipping into sleeping states | |
| i listen as you try to take my | |
| breath away | |
| but it’s not what you do | |
| it’s what you don’t say | |
| if i never look over | |
| you could never not stay | |
| and when the sun comes up | |
| we’ll have someone to blame | |
| fight it now if you have to | |
| i understand your mistakes | |
| pretty soon it’ll all blow over and | |
| i’ll go back to where i came from |
| i listen to you talk about your | |
| whistling band, ride your bikes to | |
| bad racket, climb the ladder and | |
| up on the roof we' re passing pipes | |
| like we' re good old friends | |
| but i know what i want | |
| and i can' t help feeling it | |
| slate blue eyes | |
| noone ever tries to win me over | |
| so thanks, even though it' s just | |
| a little taste | |
| slate blue skies | |
| noone ever tries to stay up | |
| later than they want to | |
| even though it' s heaven | |
| slipping into sleeping states | |
| i listen as you try to take my | |
| breath away | |
| but it' s not what you do | |
| it' s what you don' t say | |
| if i never look over | |
| you could never not stay | |
| and when the sun comes up | |
| we' ll have someone to blame | |
| fight it now if you have to | |
| i understand your mistakes | |
| pretty soon it' ll all blow over and | |
| i' ll go back to where i came from |
| i listen to you talk about your | |
| whistling band, ride your bikes to | |
| bad racket, climb the ladder and | |
| up on the roof we' re passing pipes | |
| like we' re good old friends | |
| but i know what i want | |
| and i can' t help feeling it | |
| slate blue eyes | |
| noone ever tries to win me over | |
| so thanks, even though it' s just | |
| a little taste | |
| slate blue skies | |
| noone ever tries to stay up | |
| later than they want to | |
| even though it' s heaven | |
| slipping into sleeping states | |
| i listen as you try to take my | |
| breath away | |
| but it' s not what you do | |
| it' s what you don' t say | |
| if i never look over | |
| you could never not stay | |
| and when the sun comes up | |
| we' ll have someone to blame | |
| fight it now if you have to | |
| i understand your mistakes | |
| pretty soon it' ll all blow over and | |
| i' ll go back to where i came from |