Sleepwalker (P.Ståhlgren))

                   This town doesn’t move me anymore
                    It just don’t suit me living next door
                     Everything falling, everyone I know
                    is acting like soldiers in a big old war

                              It all comes crashing in

           Sleepwalkers, floor mopes stuck in cold surrounding
                  Like gold haunters up on rodeo drive
                                 The days go by

                  My mind is on you, the place once know
           I’m thinking on you, thinking off you, you, you

         Sleepwalkers, floor mopes stuck in cold surrounding
                 With sleepwalking gold haunting eyes
                            The ghost ride out

I watch your face as we grow old but somehow you don’t grow at all
        This town doesn’t move me…you got to move me…

          Sleepwalkers, floor mopes stuck in cold surrounding
          Sleepwalkers with gold haunting eyes all around me
          Sleepwalkers, floor mopes stuck in cold surrounding
                  Like gold haunters up on rodeo drive
                                  It all flies bye