(D. & S. Morrison)



Sleeping late, sleeping late



Whenever I sleep late you know I can dream

Some of the strangest things that you've ever seen

I could never tell you the things that I do in my head

Leaving nothing unsaid, sleeping late in my bed



Sleeping late, sleeping late



Sometimes I'm embarrassed by devious thoughts

When I'm undercover let me never get caught

Crazy notions begin with that old devil grin on my face

We're such a disgrace, me and my pillow-case



Sleeping late, sleeping late

Sleeping late, sleeping late



The blissful state of sleeping late has been known to compensate

And sometimes even stimulate

I for one appreciate, sleeping late

Ain't it great sleeping late



Sleeping late, sleeping late



Live and in colour, my wildest of dreams

The best ones are re-runs if you know what I mean

I don't believe I can wait for that clock to stop ringing in my ear

It's so lovely here, I may sleep for a year



Sleeping late, sleeping late

Sleeping late, sleeping late.....



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