They follow me in patterns in my pulse in the wall On your blog and in my head like some desperate siren call In the pages of your notebook in a dying woman’s cry Oh what the hell’s so special about 1895?
I’m used to violence in the night but now my dreams are numb and black Like I’m falling then I’m flying but you don’t have my back The numbers swarm inside my brain I fear they’ll never leave Oh why does it feel like two years after 1893
CHORUS: I’d never leave you behind But there’s a shaking in my stomach Water crashing through my mind Oh I’d never leave you behind But Moriarty’s calling And I am falling down
He carves my name into the sky like some ancient battle lullaby The date is burning acid in my heart and crowding up my eyes I’d kiss you on the stomach but I’m afraid you’ll only bleed Ink and numbers where I touch you when I finally concede
CHORUS
[Please let me wake up before I hit the Please let me wake up before I hit the Please let me wake up before I hit the ground] x2