Lyrics

I want a back seat Because I'm dead beat I'm respirating Two [souls / soles] of the [ape here] Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads The road ahead it takes us to our bed Sleepyheads, sleepyheads Our minds they race but our bodies are dead Just like looking for footprints Looking for footprints The lights are twisted Each one is misted To far and counting Head nod in twenty Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads The road ahead it takes us to our bed Sleepyheads, sleepyheads Our minds they race but our bodies are dead