Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.

Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe yeah, but you.

Sleep comes to everyone while we wait, wide awake and blue.

Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but me and you.



And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.

And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.

And so I give myself away, unto everybody everyday.

And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.



Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.

And sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but you.

And I had this one figured out,

that's why the suicide machine is built for two,

a simple sick device devised to overload on love

to bring us colored dreams and soundtracked waves of fun.



And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.

And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.

And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.

And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.



Sleep comes to no one else like we have falling through the ground,

fulfilling promises of endless summer nights,

I'm losing ground, you're losing sound.

Somewhere through a thousand blues

a dragonfly descends with just a whisper, I'm lonelier than God.

And all my wishes spin the fishes in the air and every one,

a different shade of you.

And to the left where up is down

now stands a zebra made of shapes of me,

and silver and the sun,

so bring no guilt with you up above the flat-line,

let's just hit the sky exploding into one.