The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
The Smith Street Band
You sound so hazy, there's nothing better than sleeping on the middle of a busy street
Your eyes are four times and your teeth always wrapped around my little fingers
And what doesn't kill me will only break my bones
The smoke dances, dances pretty but we still choke
I wish I could remember what happened that night
It's a blur, it's a blur, it's a blur, it's a blur
And before I pass out please kiss my forehead
Lay me on the floor and you lay in your bed
And we don't sleep no, we don't sleep
Because we're way too fucking tired
And we don't kiss no, we don't kiss
Because I think I might kinda like it
And now I'm finally sleeping but it's never next to you
And we're both far too lonely for our own fucking good
I divided up our bounty, spent mine on a death wish
Told you that I came down, not too sure that I did
Has anyone seen my wallet?
I don't know where my shoes are
And how can I hold you up if I don't know where my crutch is?
And you came in the strongest living boy I'd ever seen
Went out with your foot in plaster and breath like gasoline
You came for me, I'm sure it was too little, too late
Sso I washed my hands and I wiped the shit from my face
And I don't want to drink but there's no perfect time to change How do you make something so tiny sound so ashamed?
And we don't sleep no, we don't sleep
Because we're way too fucking tired
And we don't kiss no, we don't kiss
Because I think I might kinda like it
And now I'm finally sleeping but it's never next to you
And we're both far too lonely for our own fucking good
I divided up our bounty, spent mine on a death wish
Told you that I came down, not too sure that I did
And we don't sleep, no we don't sleep
Because we're way too fucking tired
And we don't stop no, we don't stop no
And we don't sleep no, we don't sleep
Because we're way too fucking tired
And we don't stop no, we don't stop no
Rooftops was written by Wil Wagner.
The Smith Street Band released Rooftops on Mon Jul 04 2011.