It creeps all over you like a dull ache Think of all the things your hands could make It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves The change in your face when anger shows
In that moment you realise That something you thought would always be there will die Like everything else
These thoughts I must not think of Dreams I cant make sense of I need you to tell me its ok These thoughts I must not think of Dreams I cant make sense of I need you to tell me its ok
You are a sleeping lion in your bed I will not wake you You're the moment Love has passed We all must learn to hate you You're a memory from before Please don't let me forget you You're the wolves at my door
In that moment you realise That something you thought would always be there will die Like everything else
These thoughts I must not think of Dreams I cant make sense of I need you to tell me its ok These thoughts I must not think of Dreams I cant make sense of I need you to tell me its ok
How can you know what things are worth If your hands wont move to do a days work? How can you know what things are worth If your hands wont move to do a days work? How can you know what things are worth If your hands wont move to do a days work? How can you know what things are worth If your hands wont move to do a days work? How can you know what things are worth If your hands wont move to do a days work? How can you know what things are worth If your hands wont move to do a days work? How can you know...
These thoughts I must not think of Dreams I cant make sense of I need you to tell me its ok These thoughts I must not think of Dreams I cant make sense of I need you to tell me its ok