Go To Bed Testo

Hate to see you down
Somethings come and messed you right around
You got nowhere to run
And you're playing strings too highly strung

Say you're tired of dreaming
Pebbles in the shoes you're wearing
And you've done nothing wrong
But right can be the essence of the storm
Feel the weight of the day and you're spent
Wondering where the last dollar went
Does your heart tick the way that it should
All concern, nothing good

A busy bee is building a hive
Between your ears, behind your eyes
Busy bees, back and forth through the air
Till you must disappear

A busy bee is building a hive
Between your ears, behind your eyes
Busy bees, back and forth through the air
Till you must disappear