Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
BRIARS
Künstler:in
Michael Grace
Künstler:in
Paul O'Shea
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael Grace
Songwriter:in
Paul O'Shea
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
It's hard to even know
Where to start sometimes
A feast or a famine
I still can't make up my mind
With not so much on show
A loneliness inside
They say "write what you know"
And I know all about the night
...
So turn away
Or waste your time
Cause lately I'm just falling across the line
Isn't it always the way
Sleep doesn't come til the birds start to sing
Isn't it always the way
Sleep doesn't come til the light's creeping in
Now January skies
They show more blue than grey
And if these walls could talk, I think I'd worry what they'd say
I used to show potential, now I just show my age
And thoughts just run in circles and keep rolling on for days
...
I'll be late
So take your time
Cause lately I'm just dragged across the line
Isn't it always the way
Sleep doesn't come til the birds start to sing
Isn't it always the way
Sleep doesn't come til the light's creeping in
Nights are getting warmer
The joke has gotten old
And my mind is full of stories that never can be told
With an eye that's ever wandering
And the chances ever slim
I'll be sleeping on my own while you're sleeping with him
...
I'll be late
So take your time
Cause lately I'm just dragged across the line
Isn't it always the way
Sleep doesn't come til the birds start to sing
Isn't it always the way
Sleep doesn't come til the light's creeping in
Isn't it always the way
You found all the words, but there's none you can say
Isn't it always the way
It's all going well, but you've thrown it away
Writer(s): Michael Grace, Paul O'shea
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