All my days are getting longer the shadows at my feet are getting taller all my nights are getting shorter this trouble with my sleeping heart This trouble with my sleeping heart I'm drinking for two i don't know what to do with my day get out of bed a thousand ways and the queen wears her jeans as she's watching tv she yells at that screen you don't know what you mean oh we're all confused oh i swear that wasn't me that wasn't the person my mother brought me up to bed All my days are getting longer the shadows at my feet are getting taller all my nights are getting shorter this trouble with my sleeping heart This trouble with my sleeping Mine mine is the face of every mistake that you made and no you cannot start again And you're thinking of starts that i know are not yours so open that door cos my head is oh so sore Soul shouts for me Soul screams for more and my head is sore as my soul soul shouts for more soul screams for more and my head is sore as my soul soul shouts for more soul screams for more and my head is sore All my days are getting longer the shadows at my feet are getting taller all my nights are getting shorter this trouble with my sleeping heart This trouble with my sleeping heart