Текст WIINSTON – Sleep

Sick of that Austin life (Of that Austin life)
More things we can buy (More things we can buy)
You can drive it if you like (Drive it if you like)
Pull out, pull out that Aston Martin (That Aston Martin)

Break lights on the boulevard
This not what you really want
Three stamps for your postcard
Despite that, I might stay for a while
All my day ones’ in the east
Bring ’em out west for the week

Ooh-we, oh my
Man, this city just half asleep
Ooh-we, oh my
Man, this city just half asleep
Ooh-we, oh my
Man, this city just half asleep
Ooh-we, oh my
Man, this city just half asleep

Tell her, tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her what you’re about
Tell her, tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her what you’re about

Sad song, sad song, nothin’ new (That ass, yeah)
Sad song, sad song, feelin’ you (That ass, yeah)
But I don’t want you to come through for us
Sad song, sad song, nothin’ new

Ooh-we, oh my
Man, this city just half asleep

Tell her, tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her what you’re about
Tell her, tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her what you’re about

I know damn well you asking for me
Shoot it down like that, get back to your sleep, yeah
God, I’m so appalled, falling in and out of love
And I don’t want you to come through for us

Tell her, tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her what you’re about
Tell her, tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her ’bout it
Tell her, tell her what you’re about