| You smoke to think straight
|
| Drink to stay numb
|
| Thoughts circle round and round
|
| Until night comes
|
| And she takes you into her dark womb
|
| Where broken dreams turn to night terrors
|
| Where you feel safe
|
| In the silence of shadows
|
| Where the lines between heaven and hell
|
| Are a blur
|
| When morning comes
|
| You can see by the light in her eyes
|
| She’s waiting for you to wake up
|
| To the dreams that keep you alive
|
| Nothing really matters
|
| If you don’t want to face
|
| The depth of your fears
|
| Memories of flying
|
| Now you’re just running
|
| Afraid to commit
|
| Afraid to be loved
|
| Weighted and sinking
|
| In the deep sea of you
|
| You’re a beautiful, beautiful mess
|
| Memories of flying
|
| Now you’re just running
|
| Now you’re just running
|
| Just running
|
| Memories of flying
|
| Now you’re just running
|
| (I can’t do this with you anymore)
|
| Wake up! |