Uploaded July 2019 | Updated September 2026, 17 minutes ago
Download Heartsick's latest album "Sleep Cycles" and past albums at bit.ly/2YOTa3D. For tour dates, news and merch visit http://heartsick.us. bit.ly/2VhOrWL
Sleep Cycles, will be re released on Vinyl via One Vision Records. Order at CD format: bit.ly/2VhOrWL
Subscribe to our Heartsick official channel at youtube.com/c/heartsickofficial
ORDER ALBUM
Storenvy: bit.ly/2VhOrWL
iTunes: apple.co/2o8yDtm
Amazon Music: amzn.to/2mzfFeY
Google Play: bit.ly/2mEZfBY
Band Camp: bit.ly/2YOTa3D
LISTEN AT
Spotify: spoti.fi/2ocsKLA
Apple Music: apple.co/2ogm27l
Deezer: bit.ly/2oQac4a
Napster: bit.ly/2oagxax
VISIT THE BAND:
Facebook: facebook.com/heartsickband
Instagram: instagram.com/heartsickband
Twitter: twitter.com/heartsickband
YouTube: youtube.com/c/heartsickofficial
Sleep Cycles was produced by Heartsick and Josh Schroeder at Random Awesome studios in Midland, MI. Mixed and Mastered by Josh Schroeder.
Director: Alfonso Civile
Editor: William Moss
Producer: Alfonso Civile
Animation: Kitova McCarthy
LYRICS:
Verse 1
Watching through windows awaiting your death
There’s a knock on the door as you take your last breath
Is it the work of the devil stealing your soul
Or the hand of God calling you home
Chorus
Silver, silver and gold
It makes me feel alive, when you’re begging for your life
Silver, silver and gold
The road is dark and cold, it’s time to pay the toll
Verse 2
There’s no rhyme and no reason, just dead and gone
When your coffin is buried under 6 feet of mud
I’ll be gripping you tightly with a calm you’ve never known
Taking you on a journey to your forever home
Breakdown
Dead, dead men, dead men don’t talk, dead men don’t walk
Letra:
Verso 1
Mirando a través de las ventanas esperando tu muerte
Llaman a la puerta mientras respiras por última vez
¿Es obra del diablo robando tu alma?
O la mano de Dios que te llama a casa
Coro
Plata, plata y oro
Me hace sentir vivo cuando estás rogando por tu vida
Plata, plata y oro
El camino está oscuro y frío, es hora de pagar el peaje
Verso 2
No hay rima ni razón, solo muerto y desaparecido
Cuando tu ataúd está enterrado bajo 6 pies de lodo
Te estaré apretando fuertemente con una calma que nunca has conocido
Llevarte en un viaje a tu hogar para siempre
Descompostura
Muertos, hombres muertos, hombres muertos no hablan, los hombres muertos no caminan
Download Heartsick's latest album "Sleep Cycles" and past albums at bit.ly/2YOTa3D. For tour dates, news and merch visit http://heartsick.us. bit.ly/2VhOrWL
Sleep Cycles, will be re released on Vinyl via One Vision Records. Order at CD format: bit.ly/2VhOrWL
Subscribe to our Heartsick official channel at youtube.com/c/heartsickofficial
ORDER ALBUM
Storenvy: bit.ly/2VhOrWL
iTunes: apple.co/2o8yDtm
Amazon Music: amzn.to/2mzfFeY
Google Play: bit.ly/2mEZfBY
Band Camp: bit.ly/2YOTa3D
LISTEN AT
Spotify: spoti.fi/2ocsKLA
Apple Music: apple.co/2ogm27l
Deezer: bit.ly/2oQac4a
Napster: bit.ly/2oagxax
VISIT THE BAND:
Facebook: facebook.com/heartsickband
Instagram: instagram.com/heartsickband
Twitter: twitter.com/heartsickband
YouTube: youtube.com/c/heartsickofficial
Sleep Cycles was produced by Heartsick and Josh Schroeder at Random Awesome studios in Midland, MI. Mixed and Mastered by Josh Schroeder.
Director: Alfonso Civile
Editor: William Moss
Producer: Alfonso Civile
Animation: Kitova McCarthy
LYRICS:
Verse 1
Watching through windows awaiting your death
There’s a knock on the door as you take your last breath
Is it the work of the devil stealing your soul
Or the hand of God calling you home
Chorus
Silver, silver and gold
It makes me feel alive, when you’re begging for your life
Silver, silver and gold
The road is dark and cold, it’s time to pay the toll
Verse 2
There’s no rhyme and no reason, just dead and gone
When your coffin is buried under 6 feet of mud
I’ll be gripping you tightly with a calm you’ve never known
Taking you on a journey to your forever home
Breakdown
Dead, dead men, dead men don’t talk, dead men don’t walk
Letra:
Verso 1
Mirando a través de las ventanas esperando tu muerte
Llaman a la puerta mientras respiras por última vez
¿Es obra del diablo robando tu alma?
O la mano de Dios que te llama a casa
Coro
Plata, plata y oro
Me hace sentir vivo cuando estás rogando por tu vida
Plata, plata y oro
El camino está oscuro y frío, es hora de pagar el peaje
Verso 2
No hay rima ni razón, solo muerto y desaparecido
Cuando tu ataúd está enterrado bajo 6 pies de lodo
Te estaré apretando fuertemente con una calma que nunca has conocido
Llevarte en un viaje a tu hogar para siempre
Descompostura
Muertos, hombres muertos, hombres muertos no hablan, los hombres muertos no caminan
