Sleep sweeps all roads that know how
To live by the light then to die by the night,
Like we're shown
Sleep sweeps all streets but ours;
Awake through the day,
Still around for the hours not known
I'll hide by the water
Wherever I roam
I'll put on my warmest clothes
I'm scared by the face,
By the quickening pace of alone
Sleep sweeps all roads that know how
To live by the light then to die by the night,
Like we're shown
Sleep sweeps all streets but ours;
Awake through the day,
Still around for the hours not known
I'll hide by the water
Wherever I roam
I'll put on my warmest clothes
I'm scared by the face,
By the quickening pace of alone
Plane trails accross the line
Up where my boots are hang-tied
Where a house becomes a home
Where a house becomes a home
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