All my days they are getting longer
The shadows at my feet they are getting taller
All my nights are getting shorter
This trouble in my sleeping heart
This trouble in my sleeping heart
I am drinking for two
I don't know what to do with my days
yeah of better thousand ways
And the queen wears a jeans as she watching TV
She yells at that screen
I don't know what you mean
and all we are all comfused
and I swear that wasn't me
That wasn't the person my mother born me up to be
All my days they are getting longer
The shadows at my feet they are getting taller
All my nights they are getting shorter
This trouble in my sleeping heart
This trouble in my sleeping heart
mine
mine is the face
of every mistake that you make
And I know you cannot start a game
And you are thinking the thoughts
That I know I 'm not yours
so open that door
coz my head is all so sore
Soul shouts for more
Soul dcreams for more
and my head is sore
That's my soul
Soul shouts for more
Soul dcreams for more
and my head is sore
That's my soul
Soul shouts for more
Ssoul dcreams for me
and my head is sore
All my days they are getting longer
The shadows at my feet they are getting taller
All my nights are getting shorter
This trouble in my sleeping heart
Tthis trouble in my sleeping heart