Sleepwalking - Paolo Nutini

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