Sleepwalking lyrics

[Verse 1]
The morning sun is a soft reminder
The graceful arc of a kind word
The curvature of your naked body
The songs you make at night

[Verse 2]
The crooked throat of an old survivor
The pain we feel when we feel free
The weekend lost on a pointless labour
Talking in your sleep

[Chorus]
Ooh, and the shapes you're making
Ooh, and you are sleepwalking
Ooh, and you are vibrating
I listen what you're saying

(I hate this place, it smells of men and death)

[Bridge]
Everything is up in the air like a bird without a home
Everything is all in your mind if you see things that way
Everything is harder to do if it's either wrong or right
The songs you make at night