The Harvest Quinn Band Sleep Sound Cleveland Lyrics
Sleep Sound, Cleveland by The Harvest Quinn Band
When this tired town settled down to sleep
And the grinning clock could no longer herd the ambitious sheep
I sat sifting through sands of silent stare, though you said I mustn't pace
Found comfort in those kind shadows, just a silhouette without a face
When the curious light comes crawling through half drawn blinds
Realize I've been lying wide awake just about half the time
So I beg the jealous day, forget me for a while
Tracing myself in other people's lives
Playing promises with piper's pride
I can pull myself together tomorrow the boys cried
And I took you aside
Gave you this advice
You can all sleep sound in Cleveland
Tonight
Could you ever forgive these fragile footsteps
And the helpless patterns they create?
Lord, I'm a slave to the serpent's satin tongue
You can open my eyes but I can't be saved
From the fire that brings the fevered hush
Plant our voices deep inside of me
What do we reap but a few sorrowed lines?
There is no season for a pauper's deceit
So I won't reach out my hands
I beg the jealous day, forget me for a while
Tracing myself in other people's lives
Playing promises with piper's pride
I can pull myself together tomorrow the boys cried
And I took you aside
Gave you this advice
You can all sleep sound in Cleveland
Tonight
You can all sleep sound tonight
And the grinning clock could no longer herd the ambitious sheep
I sat sifting through sands of silent stare, though you said I mustn't pace
Found comfort in those kind shadows, just a silhouette without a face
When the curious light comes crawling through half drawn blinds
Realize I've been lying wide awake just about half the time
So I beg the jealous day, forget me for a while
Tracing myself in other people's lives
Playing promises with piper's pride
I can pull myself together tomorrow the boys cried
And I took you aside
Gave you this advice
You can all sleep sound in Cleveland
Tonight
Could you ever forgive these fragile footsteps
And the helpless patterns they create?
Lord, I'm a slave to the serpent's satin tongue
You can open my eyes but I can't be saved
From the fire that brings the fevered hush
Plant our voices deep inside of me
What do we reap but a few sorrowed lines?
There is no season for a pauper's deceit
So I won't reach out my hands
I beg the jealous day, forget me for a while
Tracing myself in other people's lives
Playing promises with piper's pride
I can pull myself together tomorrow the boys cried
And I took you aside
Gave you this advice
You can all sleep sound in Cleveland
Tonight
You can all sleep sound tonight