As another evening ends late and night tailgates day break
friends, mates and jailbait wait to relocate
As two drunk girls gyrate, it just serves to frustrate
The crowd of guys that didn"t vacate their prostate
I just observe as my headphones vibrate
It"s so serene even when they make scrapes
There"s always someone to placate the irate
And as it arrives the crowd waylays the n8
From the top deck I love this night time tour of the city
Seeing areas now vibrant where they used to be s*****
These used to be the streets of the broken homes
Now everybody dresses like Paloma faith & ebony bones
When housings cheap two types of people tend to then descend on it
First its rough then the arty types start climbing upon it
Sometimes they mix well and sometimes these things are too phonic
If not discerning with their mouth they"ll loose a tooth or two from it
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
A world away from the drunks and the tweakers
Sat there they prove there"s still a place for the dreamers
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
She seems threat less like the b***erfly on her necklace
Some thing sets her separate from the h***-erectus
Sleeps sweet bliss its sweep infectious
Her hands become her pillow, comfortably ambidextrous
If you can hold your head when all around are boisterous
Or quite the opposite late night back seat coitus
If you can hold your head despite the fact you ain"t conscious
Then in my eyes you are luminescent like phosphorus
So onwards sleeping beauties pay no heed to the real word
This can"t compete with the screens your dreams meld
Seems these routines just repeat can"t be felled
Conveyor belt, in spite of sleeps cousin, its upheld (sleep)
In spite of the light the fights that might ignite (sleep)
Resist the itch to sit and twitch and click ya iphone (sleep)
Escape this place let the glass replace your pillow case (sleep)
Rest in peace and sleep in beauty
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
A world away from the drunks and the tweakers
Sat there they prove there"s still a place for the dreamers
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
friends, mates and jailbait wait to relocate
As two drunk girls gyrate, it just serves to frustrate
The crowd of guys that didn"t vacate their prostate
I just observe as my headphones vibrate
It"s so serene even when they make scrapes
There"s always someone to placate the irate
And as it arrives the crowd waylays the n8
From the top deck I love this night time tour of the city
Seeing areas now vibrant where they used to be s*****
These used to be the streets of the broken homes
Now everybody dresses like Paloma faith & ebony bones
When housings cheap two types of people tend to then descend on it
First its rough then the arty types start climbing upon it
Sometimes they mix well and sometimes these things are too phonic
If not discerning with their mouth they"ll loose a tooth or two from it
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
A world away from the drunks and the tweakers
Sat there they prove there"s still a place for the dreamers
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
She seems threat less like the b***erfly on her necklace
Some thing sets her separate from the h***-erectus
Sleeps sweet bliss its sweep infectious
Her hands become her pillow, comfortably ambidextrous
If you can hold your head when all around are boisterous
Or quite the opposite late night back seat coitus
If you can hold your head despite the fact you ain"t conscious
Then in my eyes you are luminescent like phosphorus
So onwards sleeping beauties pay no heed to the real word
This can"t compete with the screens your dreams meld
Seems these routines just repeat can"t be felled
Conveyor belt, in spite of sleeps cousin, its upheld (sleep)
In spite of the light the fights that might ignite (sleep)
Resist the itch to sit and twitch and click ya iphone (sleep)
Escape this place let the glass replace your pillow case (sleep)
Rest in peace and sleep in beauty
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
A world away from the drunks and the tweakers
Sat there they prove there"s still a place for the dreamers
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers