| Song | Somniloquist and the Sleeping Orchestra |
| Artist | Walter Schnitzelsson |
| Album | Sugar Kids Won't Stop Screaming |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jozef Reznik | |
| 作曲 : Jozef Reznik/Miroslav Michale/Jakub Jostiak | |
| Rolled up blinds and dust eddies, | |
| Endless days, | |
| No worries, | |
| Sleeping pills, | |
| It’s not real, | |
| Somniloquist with the stories, | |
| Feels the thrill, | |
| Silent fights, | |
| Been up all night, | |
| Tramadol working all but right, | |
| Pain keeps me company, | |
| Still at half past four, | |
| Can’t cheat this, | |
| Nature is a whore, | |
| It’s time wasted, | |
| Staring at the ceiling, | |
| Food is tasteless, | |
| I’m talking in my sleep, | |
| Why you stare right at me? | |
| As if my look made a blind man cry, | |
| I feel like a pollock’s painting, | |
| Hung high on a pawn shop wall, |
| zuo ci : Jozef Reznik | |
| zuo qu : Jozef Reznik Miroslav Michale Jakub Jostiak | |
| Rolled up blinds and dust eddies, | |
| Endless days, | |
| No worries, | |
| Sleeping pills, | |
| It' s not real, | |
| Somniloquist with the stories, | |
| Feels the thrill, | |
| Silent fights, | |
| Been up all night, | |
| Tramadol working all but right, | |
| Pain keeps me company, | |
| Still at half past four, | |
| Can' t cheat this, | |
| Nature is a whore, | |
| It' s time wasted, | |
| Staring at the ceiling, | |
| Food is tasteless, | |
| I' m talking in my sleep, | |
| Why you stare right at me? | |
| As if my look made a blind man cry, | |
| I feel like a pollock' s painting, | |
| Hung high on a pawn shop wall, |
| zuò cí : Jozef Reznik | |
| zuò qǔ : Jozef Reznik Miroslav Michale Jakub Jostiak | |
| Rolled up blinds and dust eddies, | |
| Endless days, | |
| No worries, | |
| Sleeping pills, | |
| It' s not real, | |
| Somniloquist with the stories, | |
| Feels the thrill, | |
| Silent fights, | |
| Been up all night, | |
| Tramadol working all but right, | |
| Pain keeps me company, | |
| Still at half past four, | |
| Can' t cheat this, | |
| Nature is a whore, | |
| It' s time wasted, | |
| Staring at the ceiling, | |
| Food is tasteless, | |
| I' m talking in my sleep, | |
| Why you stare right at me? | |
| As if my look made a blind man cry, | |
| I feel like a pollock' s painting, | |
| Hung high on a pawn shop wall, |