Lyrics

Judge me on your time, and that black velvet breakfast. Drugs on your mind, are there knives in your pocket? Fingers on the sills, it's all the things you do for those thrills in your life, and you're tip-toeing around that thin ice. Your sun sets behind, eyes off the clock.

Over she goes, like the wind breaking shallows. Under the sea a past, breaking waves are crashing down, a trace of wake and she's gone.

There she is, she grew her hair a little longer than before when we were young. I said some things you must have misunderstood. Like let's get some sleep, when all you wanted was to sleep when you're dead. Forget about crashing in my bed. Forgetting what I said. It's a fine line when you bump it.

Fingers on them bills, it's all the things you do for them thrills in your life, and you're tip-toeing around those thin white lines. Your sun sets behind, eyes off that clock.

Over she goes, like the wind breaking shallows. Under the sea a past, breaking waves are crashing down, a trace of wake and she's gone.

Sleep when you die...