The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
Disappeared, lost and jaded
Eyes heavy, straining
About time I made my way back home
This god-damned state is sinking
It's got its style but I'm nothing without my coast
I can feel my city glistening
I miss her breeze and the way she caressed my lips
Stay right there, I'm not waiting
I'm coming back
Yeah, I'm coming back home
What's the use in hiding when you're down?
Pick yourself off the ground
What's the use in hiding when you're down?
Pick yourself off the ground
What's the use in hiding when you're down?
Pick yourself off the ground
What's the use in hiding when you're down?
Pick yourself off the ground
Disappeared, lost and jaded
My whole body's singing
About time I made my way back home
I can see my city glistening
And I am nothing without her skin
Her diamond skin
What's the use in hiding when you're down?
Pick yourself off the ground
What's the use in hiding when you're down?
Pick yourself off the ground