Poets of the Fall Sleep sugar PIPL Москва

Hear your heartbeat Beat a frantic pace And it s not even seven AM You re feeling the rush of anguish settling You cannot help showing them in Hurry up then Or you ll fall behind and They will take control of you And you need to heal the hurt behind your eyes Fickle words crowding your mind So Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in Like waves of sweet fire, you re safe within Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in And carry you over to a new morning Try as you might You try to give it up Seems to