| Does it fit inside the frame?
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| All the pain and all the hurt
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| And though I can not make it better
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| I can tell you what it’s worth
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| It’s everyday, the same, in a constant loop inside my brain
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| Is it all the same
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| Checking in and checking out, forever stuck in a door frame
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| So I’ll scare myself to sleep, so I can catch myself in a Fever Dream,
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| It’s not worth sorting me out, you’re not sorting me out
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| Need you to sort me out
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| Years later from then, and I don’t need anything when I get outta bed
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| I’ll always have same thoughts in my head, from when I was younger
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| (I'm starting to wonder)
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| Can you take this mind to a place and time where it all works out in the end
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| So I can spend, these days away with you
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| Well I can’t wait, for the world to spin around me
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| I’ll take what’s mine but give it all to you
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| So I’ll scare myself to sleep, so I can catch myself in a Fever Dream,
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| It’s not worth sorting me out, you’re not sorting me out
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| Well I think back to what I seen
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| I was far too young at 17 for it all
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| You’re not sorting me out, need you to sort me out
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| Need you to sort me out
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| Need you to sort me out
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| Sort me out
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| And I’ll scare myself to sleep
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| (Need you to sort me, need you to sort me out)
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| Catch me in a Fever Dream
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| (Need you to sort me, need you to sort me out)
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| Scare myself to sleep
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| (Need you to sort me, need you to sort me out)
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| Catch me in a Fever Dream |