Passion Pit - Sleepyhead Acoustic

and everything is going to the beat
and everything is going to the beat
and everything is going

Em Bm C G
and you said it was like fire around the brim
Em Bm C G
burning solid burning thin the burning rim
Em Bm C G
like stars burning holes right through the dark

Em Bm C G
flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
Em Bm C G
you were one inch from the edge of this bed
Em Bm C G
i dragged you back a sleepyhead

( and it goes on the same way . . . )

they couldn’t think of something to say the day you burst
with all their lions and all their might and all their thirst
they crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
against the walls against your rules against your skin
my beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
of your eyes , begonia skies like a sleepyhead