Texty: Leonardo's Bride. Sleepyhead.

Somebody made the wheel
Someone said what's the point
Critics come and critics go
The faithless follow fashion mister
Don't you know
Whatever you've got under your hat
You'll need a whole lot more than that.
This reminds me
Of all the reasons why I hated school
It seemed so black and white I mean
Every moment had a rule
Maybe that's why I see red
Boy you're such a sleepyhead
I wonder what will ever wake you up

The bells of a thousand firetrucks
I sure hope that one day you wake up
Sleepyhead
Higher higher even higher
Don't stop till my head is way up
In the clouds
I don't feel any different
But you sure seem so much smaller now
The door is always open wide
If you ever want to climb inside.