Besedila: Linoleum. Beds.

The room's spinning again
She can't seem to remember getting into this mess
Don't try and pick her, face up off the floor

And all the while she waits for sleep
That never comes, she'll twist her feet
They tangle in the crumpled sheets, she's always in

He's tired of borrowed beds and feeling nothing
As living takes it's toll upon his teeth
His kisses don't seem hungry any more

And all the while, he waits for sleep
That never comes, he'll twist his feet
They tangle in the crumpled sheets

He stumbles in all shining eyed with laughter
She's never been that steady on her feet
They fall together blindly to the floor

And all the while he softly sleeps
She lies awake and listens to him breathing
Entangled in the crumpled sheets, they're always in

And all the while he softly sleeps
She lies awake and listens to him breathing
Entangled in the crumpled sheets