Sleepwalking - Tunng

The morning sun is a soft reminder

The graceful arc of a kind word

The curvature of your naked body

The songs you make at night

The crooked throat of an old survivor

The pain we feel when we feel free

The weekend lost on a pointless labour

Talking in your sleep

Ooh, and the shapes you’re making

Ooh, and you are sleepwalking

Ooh, and you are vibrating

I listen what you’re saying

(I hate this place, it smells of men and death)

Everything is up in the air like a bird without a home

Everything is all in your mind if you see things that way

Everything is harder to do if it’s either wrong or right

The songs you make at night

Nothing is a thing you can do if you hold onto yourself

Nowhere is a place in the world where no-one knows you

Nothing is a thing you can be if you hold your failures tight

The moves you make at night

Ooh, and the shapes you’re making

Ooh, and you are sleepwalking

Ooh, and you are vibrating

I listen what you’re saying

The morning sun is a soft reminder

The graceful arc of a kind word

The curvature of your naked body

The songs you make at night

Ooh, and the shapes you’re making

Ooh, and you are sleepwalking

Ooh, and you are vibrating

I listen what you’re saying

Ooh, and the shapes you’re making

Ooh, and you are sleepwalking

Ooh, and you are vibrating

I listen what you’re saying

Ooh, and the shapes you’re making

Ooh, and you are sleepwalking

Ooh, and you are vibrating

Ooh, and you are vibrating

Ooh, and you are vibrating