Sleepyhead Acoustic

and everything is going to the beat and everything is going to the beat and everything is going Em Bm C G and you said it was like fire around the brim Em Bm C G burning solid burning thin the burning rim Em Bm C G like stars burning holes right through the dark Em Bm C G flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes Em Bm C G you were one inch from the edge of this bed Em Bm C G i dragged you back a sleepyhead ( and it goes on the same way . . . ) 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 thoughts wearing thin against the walls against your rules against your skin my beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors of your eyes , begonia skies like a sleepyhead