My hair weeps for air, a shower and a comb
She’s clean enough for me and looks good in yellow.
Disolved in alcohol but she’s in perfect care.
The queen of my worst dreams but her biggest…nightmare.
And counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud,comes you’re still light and you still shine
yellow.
Watch days evaporate like water on a stove.
I’d find it easier to get blood out of a stone.
I wrote this song slow to make it go mainstream
So all the people know that you’re my favourite bad scene.
And counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud comes you’re still light and you still shine
yellow.
I can’t get thoughts like this on a Monday.
I think I’ll sleep-in anyway.
I can’t get thoughts like this on a Monday.
I think I’ll sleep-in anyway.
HEY
And im counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud.
Im counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud comes you’re still light and you still shine
yellow.
And you shine, yellow.
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