They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin Against the walls against your rules against your skin

Artist- Passion Pit
Song of the day- Sleepyhead

After a day of dealing with fussy exhausted kids when all I wanted to do was jump in the crib with them and take a nap, today's song with it's high pitched indian like falsettos reminding me of infant cries, scattered electronica as my jumbled brain, and well the general sleepyhead feel of the whole song sums up my day and perhaps a few others out there. So to you other sleepyheads out there, this one's for you



And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going

And you said
It was like fire around the brim
Burning solid
Burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

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 but go in disguise like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

Go ahead