Sleep all day, out all night. The full moon is calling. It was high time I quit it. You don’t think it’s showin’. Pages of your book on fire. Never quite seems the same when you awakin’. Woke up dreaming along the way. Hey now, the well run dry.
Sleep all day, out all night. The full moon is calling. It was high time I quit it. You don’t think it’s showin’. Pages of your book on fire. Never quite seems the same when you awakin’. Woke up dreaming along the way. Hey now, the well run dry.