All my days are getting longer
the shadows at my feet are
getting taller
all my nights are getting shorter
this trouble with my sleeping
heart
This trouble with my sleeping
heart
I'm drinking for two
i don't know what to do
with my day
get out of bed a thousand ways
and the queen wears her jeans
as she's watching tv
she yells at that screen
you don't know what you mean
oh we're all confused oh
i swear that wasn't me
that wasn't the person my
mother brought me up to bed
All my days are getting longer
the shadows at my feet are
getting taller
all my nights are getting shorter
this trouble with
my sleeping heart
This trouble with my
sleeping
Mine mine is the face of every
mistake that you made
and no you cannot start again
And you're thinking of starts
that i know are not yours
so open that door cos
my head is oh so sore
Soul shouts for me
Soul screams for more
and my head is sore
as my soul soul shouts for more
soul screams for more
and my head is sore
as my soul soul shouts for more
soul screams for more
and my head is sore
All my days are getting longer
the shadows at my feet are
getting taller
all my nights are getting shorter
this trouble with my sleeping
heart
This trouble with my sleeping
heart