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)
The Sleeping (Band) &
The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
The Sleeping (Band)
Breathing
Did you get the guns
Can you feel the burning sun
Frozen in your veins
(If I go down I pray)
That one of you will rescue me
A bond in blood I won't have to rescue myself
(Rescue myself)
Or it's a crying shame
(Rescue myself)
It's ten casual steps to the door
Keep those nervous eyes on me
Timing is everything
Now this place is ours
So slide your feelings across the floor
Cut off all communication and wish for home
(Rescue myself)
Or it's a crying shame
(Rescue myself)
Now give me everything inside
Gripping your heart
Penetrate the combination with caution
Slowly open up
Giving me everything
A sudden change of pace
Now I can hear in the walls
I find myself face down, sighing
I look up toward their lying eyes
Which seem to be filling with this evil glare
Destroying what was once a bond in
Blood
A victim
A victim
Of [?] betrayal
Fallen helpless
(Fallen helpless)
Sentenced in here
No one to help me out
(Rescue myself)
Or it's a crying shame
(Rescue myself)
Rescue myself
Rescue myself
Taking me away
Taking me away
Taking me away
Taking me away
Fallen helpless
(Fallen helpless)
Sentenced in here
No one to help me out
Fleet was written by The Sleeping (Band).
Fleet was produced by Michael Birnbaum & Chris Bittner.