The Selecter - Ladders
When I wake up in the night
I can't open my eyes
I reach down to the floor
I laugh until I cry
It's just the way it is
I start to realise
Why can't I be sure of things
I feel inside
Beware of tigers and bad dogs
Making monkeys of you
I'm walking barefoot on cut glass
Now that all my ladders have gone
I don't really have the heart
To run a million miles
To where my ladders start
Everyone hurts sometimes
Beware of tigers and bad dogs
Making monkeys of you
Beware of tigers and bad dogs
Making monkeys of you
Letras The Selecter