Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepwalker, artist - Ice Age. Album song The Great Divide, in the genre Прогрессивный рокDate of issue: 16.07.2007
Record label: Magna Carta
Song language: English
Sleepwalker |
| Curse the morning liight |
| Stumbled through the night |
| Have no will to fight |
| You gotta wake me |
| Swollen eyes |
| Can’t disguise |
| No alibis to cover me |
| Sky is red |
| Ponding head |
| By a thread |
| As long as I’m awake you can never catch me |
| Moon to sun |
| My work is never done |
| Just a puppet on the strings |
| Of my unconscious master |
| Do your dance, sleepwalker |
| Skeletons crrep like stalkers |
| Don’t you know that you can never let them down? |
| Things are looking strange |
| Must have rearranged |
| Begging for a change |
| Why won’t you wake me? |
| My regrets |
| May kill me yet |
| My safety net is torn away |
| Blood turns blue |
| Who are you / |
| This can’t be true |
| There’s gotta be somewhere that you can’t find me |
| Moon to sun |
| My work is never done |
| Just a puppet on the strings |
| Of my unconscious master |
| Do your dance, sleepwalker |
| Skeletons creep like stalkers |
| Don’t you know that you can never keep them down? |
| Moon to sun |
| My work is never done |
| Just a puppet on the strings |
| Of my unconscious master |
| Wide awake & dreaming |
| Can’t you hear me sceraming? |
| Smackin' my shins until the naked bone pokes through |
| What does it take to reach you? |
| How do I make you see? |
| Driven underground |
| Nerves so tightly wound |
| I won’t make a sound |
| Somebody wake me |
| A moment’s peace |
| Sweet release |
| Nightmares cease racking me |
| But when I afll |
| I dread your call |
| If dreams know all |
| Come on — just whay are you trying to tell me? |
| Moon to sun |
| My work is never done |
| Just a puppet on the strings |
| Of my unconscious master |
| Do your dance, sleepwalker |
| Skeletons creep like stalkers |
| Don’t you know that you canever keep them down? |
| Moon to sun |
| My work is never done |
| Just a puppet on the strings |
| Of my inconscious master |
| Wide awake & dreaming |
| Can’t you hear me screaming? |
| Smackin' my skull until the jellied brains flow through |