Текст песни: Kris Delmhorst - Sleeping Dogs
I`m so tired of not moving, my skin is stiff and sore
And I`m so tired of not looking at that thing that we ignore
And I`m so nervous that you`ll see me seeing if you turn your face anymore
And I`m so careful to keep your secrets, what do I do this for
Wake up, it`s getting late and the sun is on the rise
And it`s time to open up those blinds and let it shine
On those sleeping dogs you let lie
I always wondered where you got the notion that your silence does not hurt
Cause I can see the truth when you lean over, it`s in the pocket of your shirt
And unspoken might feel like mercy but all it means is there`s things you`ve
never said
It only means I have no way of knowing if it`s all in my head
Wake up, it`s getting late and the sun is in the sky
And it`s time to open up those blinds and let it shine
On those sleeping dogs you let lie
And you know why
And for a long time I don`t think you ever really knew about the state I was
in
And I guess that would be my fault, cause all I ever showed you was skin
But now you got that x-ray close-up, you got that microscope to my gut
And that is not a one-way offer so I`ll tell you what
Wake up, it`s getting late and the sun is high in the sky
And I`m here to open up those blinds and let it shine
You may be sleeping soundly but I will not let you lie
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I`m so tired of not moving, my skin is stiff and sore
And I`m so tired of not looking at that thing that we ignore
And I`m so nervous that you`ll see me seeing if you turn your face anymore
And I`m so careful to keep your secrets, what do I do this for
Wake up, it`s getting late and the sun is on the rise
And it`s time to open up those blinds and let it shine
On those sleeping dogs you let lie
I always wondered where you got the notion that your silence does not hurt
Cause I can see the truth when you lean over, it`s in the pocket of your shirt
And unspoken might feel like mercy but all it means is there`s things you`ve
never said
It only means I have no way of knowing if it`s all in my head
Wake up, it`s getting late and the sun is in the sky
And it`s time to open up those blinds and let it shine
On those sleeping dogs you let lie
And you know why
And for a long time I don`t think you ever really knew about the state I was
in
And I guess that would be my fault, cause all I ever showed you was skin
But now you got that x-ray close-up, you got that microscope to my gut
And that is not a one-way offer so I`ll tell you what
Wake up, it`s getting late and the sun is high in the sky
And I`m here to open up those blinds and let it shine
You may be sleeping soundly but I will not let you lie
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