Little Cowboys, Bad Hombres

There's life pouring through the seams but you're not in it.
I want to keep up with you - I'm losing spirit.
Pull your hair aside and bare your bruises.
I can't stand the stillness of suburban noises.
Don't let me catch you sleeping.
(I want what you want.To dance the tarantella.)
Don't even let me catch you blinking.
(And dreams will grow around us. And it won't even matter.)
Don't let me catch you sleeping.
(I need what you need. To sing varsoviana.)
Don't even let me catch you blinking.
(And buildings grow around us. And we can live inside...)
There's darkness in the sky, it's drawing nearer.
Now that the humming's stopped, your voice is clearer.
As you go to turn away, you hear the sirens-
They let me know to close my eyes.
Don't let me catch you sleeping.
(I want what you want.To dance the tarantella.)
Don't even let me catch you blinking.
(And dreams will grow around us. And it won't even matter.)
Don't let me catch you sleeping.
(I need what you need. To sing varsoviana.)
Don't even let me catch you blinking.
(And buildings grow around us. And we can live inside...)