Sleepyhead (Grum Radio Edit)-Passion Pit

Sleepyhead [Grum Radio Edit] - Passion Pit And everything is going to the beat And everything is going to the beat And everything is going (Oíche fhéil eoin Oíche fhéil eoin Oíche fhéil eoin Oíche fhéil eoin Oích-oíche fhéil Oíche fheíl) (Oíche fhéil eoin Ní thiochfaidh mé aniar Oíche fhéil eoin Oíche fhéil eoin Ní thiochfaidh mé aniar Oíche fhéil eoin) (Óró mo churaichín ó) And you said It was like fire around the brim (Óró mo churaichín ó) Burning solid, burning thin, the burning rim (Óró mo churaichín ó) Like stars burning holes right through the dark (Óró mo churaichín ó) Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes (Óró mo churaichín ó) You were one inch from the edge of this bed (Óró mo churaichín ó) I dragged you back a sleepyhead Sleepyhead (Óró mo churaichín, churaichín) (Óró mo churaichín ó) They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst (Óró mo churaichín ó) Those hungry lions with all their might and all their thirst (Óró mo churaichín ó) They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin (Óró mo churaichín ó) Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin (Óró mo churaichín ó) My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors (Óró mo churaichín ó) Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead (Óró mo churaichín ó) Sleepyhead (Óró mo churaichín, churaichín, churaichín) (Óró mo churaichín ó) (Óró mo churaichín ó) (Óró mo churaichín ó)