More songs by Racing Mount Pleasant
Description
Composer, Lyricist: Samuel DuBose
Composer, Lyricist: Samuel Uribe-Botero
Composer, Lyricist: Kaysen Chown
Composer, Lyricist: Tyler Thenstedt
Composer, Lyricist: Casey Cheatham
Composer, Lyricist: Callum Roberts
Composer, Lyricist: Connor Hoyt
Producer: Racing Mount Pleasant
Composer Lyricist: Samuel DuBose
Composer Lyricist: Samuel Uribe-Botero
Composer Lyricist: Kaysen Chown
Composer Lyricist: Tyler Thenstedt
Composer Lyricist: Casey Cheatham
Composer Lyricist: Callum Roberts
Composer Lyricist: Connor Hoyt
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sleep well, Emily.
The noise that you make carries on to the morning, and my shaky legs carry you to bed.
Sleep off the emptiness that cowers with dread.
Hold your ticket over your shoulders as the Chicago
River continues to boil.
With your feet in the water and your head in your pillow, your body floats to sea and your eyes spill with snow.
Sleep well, Emily.
The lights up above have been peeling ashore, and you're up, up, up, up on the balcony.
The air don't stand a chance against your clattering teeth.
And I've been waiting for hours as your eyes swoop dangerously low.
Even breaths from your whipped life.
And in the morning, I left, I saw your light fall into mine.
We only dance behind closed doors, and the kiss from your lips on my forehead burns.
And the scorching cold of that November night will be forevermore.
We only dance behind closed doors, and the kiss from your lips on my forehead burns.
And the scorching cold of that November night will be forevermore.
We only dance behind closed doors, and the kiss from your lips on my forehead burns. Now you can finally sleep.
But what about me?
'Cause I'm trying to.
English translation
Sleep well, Emily.
The noise that you make carries on to the morning, and my shaky legs carry you to bed.
Sleep off the emptiness that cowers with dread.
Hold your ticket over your shoulders as the Chicago
River continues to boil.
With your feet in the water and your head in your pillow, your body floats to sea and your eyes spill with snow.
Sleep well, Emily.
The lights up above have been peeling ashore, and you're up, up, up, up on the balcony.
The air don't stand a chance against your clattering teeth.
And I've been waiting for hours as your eyes swoop dangerously low.
Even breaths from your whipped life.
And in the morning, I left, I saw your light fall into mine.
We only dance behind closed doors, and the kiss from your lips on my forehead burns.
And the scorching cold of that November night will be forevermore.
We only dance behind closed doors, and the kiss from your lips on my forehead burns.
And the scorching cold of that November night will be forevermore.
We only dance behind closed doors, and the kiss from your lips on my forehead burns. Now you can finally sleep.
But what about me?
'Cause I'm trying to.