I like to sleep.
'Cause when I sleep
I dream of places I would be
If I weren't here right now.
Like underground
Hearing the sound humans make
When they have things
That they cannot talk about.
So they blow horns
In little clubs
With wine and cigarettes
That serve to hide the dirty forks
'Cause when I sleep
I dream of places I would be
If I weren't here right now.
Like underground
Hearing the sound humans make
When they have things
That they cannot talk about.
So they blow horns
In little clubs
With wine and cigarettes
That serve to hide the dirty forks