After your laughter like thunder After your skin like coffee and cream After it takes our bodies into the night After we've come to the extreme I wanna
For the life we chose in the evening we rose Just long enough to be lovers again And for nothing more, the world was too sore to live in Sad old ships
This means out This is your way out Do or drown Do or drown in torpor Leave no trace All my files, erased Burn my clothes Burn my Prada trainers Let
I met you through a common friend In the attic of my parents' house And though I didn't know it then I soon was finding out You are the roots that sleep
Call it a love song, Howl like a newborn. Trying hard to stay warm. .............. Edition to apocalypse, Looking for the big hit, .............. ..............
Sleeping late. Wasting the day away. I don't care what they say. I'm gonna stay in bed for a while. Sleeping late. Everything's down the drain. Everything
Sleeping single in a double bed Thinking over things I wish I'd said I should have held you but I let you go Now I'm the one sleeping all alone, oh Sleeping
On a warm summer night in Arizona Saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad On a warm summer night in Arizona I saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad But I got
I need some sleep You can't go on like this I tried countin' sheep But there's one I always miss Everyone says, "I'm gettin' down too low" Everyone says
I've been watching you waltz all night Diane Nobody's found a way behind your defenses They never notice the zap gun in your hand Until you're pointing
Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder Where my life will lead me waiting to pass under Sleep's dark and silent gate I found my love too late Running
I am a little tin soldier That wants to jump into your fire You are a look in your eye A dream passing by in the sky I don't understand All I need is
So you got the blues The evening wore out your shoes To a shufflin' beat It's a colorful crowd Spraycan information Cover the lonely station A checkpoint
Sleep 2:53 Little Willie John (Earl Liebieg) 1923 Pop Chart #13 Sep 5, 1960 King Single #5394 With Jimmy Palmer-piano, Fred Jordan-guitar William
sleep little one tomorrow's more fun we'll dance in the rain and we'll sing in the sun i think you're the best but you're being a pest you know that
Aah-ha, Aah-ha Pewter suitor tangled in the bracken, Dancing daily with his gaily wavy baton, The wild cat wishing of The hissing wheels of fortune that
Sleep now, sleep and so fade sorrow Sleep beloved, sleep, sleep, now sleep Afar tomorrow, sleep beloved, sleep You are home this night, home of winter
Once in a town in the black forest a little white toy-shop stood. And the little tin soldier with only one leg lived in a castle of wood. And across the