sleep

rain comes down, crawling through my sole

i'm not a rainy man, darling breathe this cold

your steps go ahead and wander through my way

i'm only thinking about what i have to say

step down in the morning

step down in the morning tide

i'm not waiting, waiting makes you old

oh, you step down in the morning

you lit the fire but don't you see that i'm waving?

waving in your sleep but you just fall asleep

blue turns brown, coffee i don't pour

another cigarette signs my wooden floor

your hair's not bad, your milk-like skimming skin

i'm only dreaming about food that follows pray

Well I know my days are boring

I hate them but they're friends of mine

so I 'm waving waving in your sleep.

When I come home in the morning

I let the fire burn in the sink

I'll be waving waving in your sleep

but you just fall a sleep...