Running Backwards by Sleeping Jesus

Tell me what you’re into
Sleeping at your best friends house
Crawl in through the window
Kiss me now no-one’s around

I’ve been gone two weeks without you, losing sleep, talking to myself
Call me up, when shit feels alright
Spend the night, come for the weekend

(we’re) Running backwards, baby
Losing track of weeks

Take me to your bedroom
Tell me all those sweet lies too
Spending all your weekends
Swimming in your best friends pool

I’ve been gone two weeks without you, losing sleep, talking to myself
Call me up, when shit feels alright
Spend the night, stay for the weekend

(we’re) Running backwards, baby
Losing track of sleep
I’m running backwards, baby
Losing track of sleep

• Americana
• Minneapolis
• Rock
• bedroom pop
• folk
• indie rock
• minnesota
• rock and roll
• Minneapolis