Sleepyhead - Young & Sick

Everything is going to the beat

Everything is going to the beat

Everything is going to the beat

Everything is going to the beat

And you said it was like fire around the brim

Burning solid, burning thin, the burning rim

Like the stars burning holes right through the dark

Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes

You were one inch from the edge of this bed

I drag you back

Sleepyhead, ooo

Sleepyhead, ooo

They couldn’t think of something to say the day you burst

With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst

They crowd your bedroom like some thought wearing thin

Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin

My beard grew to the floor and out the door

And out your eyes, begonia skies

Sleepyhead, ooo

Sleepyhead, ooo

(Everything is going to the beat

Everything is going to the beat

Everything is going to the beat

Everything is going to the beat)