| Once a night, the bedroom light
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| Bleeds out from inside my window
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| Eyes white, I keep out of sight
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| This city’s just not pretty like it used to be
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| It’s always a nightmare, it’s never a dream
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| A promise we made to kill the days between
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| They live in the heartbeat and sleep 'til the light is gone
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| It’s been so long…
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| Feels like pins and needles in my heart
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| So long, I can feel it tearing me apart
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| To the bed, the left unsaid
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| Crawl in from outside my window
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| Hands red and cold as the dead
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| A pity they’re not pretty like they used to be
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| It’s always a nightmare, it’s never a dream
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| A promise we made to kill the days between
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| They live in the heartbeat and sleep 'til the light is gone
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| It’s been so long…
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| Feels like pins and needles in my heart
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| So long, I can feel it tearing me apart
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| It’s never a whisper, it’s always a scream
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| A promise we made to kill the time between
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| They live in the heartbeat and sleep 'til the light is gone
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| It’s been so long…
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| Feels like pins and needles in my heart
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| So long, I can feel it tearing me apart |