Breathe in the night, Overcome by dark, Embrace all I feel and wish it to turn numb,
Like a candle burning out, I'm wasting away, With all that surrounds me becoming, A distant fucking grey, It's just a distant grey,
I'm painting pictures of perfection and hanging them across the walls, forked tongues speak of better days where hearts can beat again, I'm working on the storms that come across my head at night, Until my days are clear again and I can breathe relief,
I never said that you were the only one, You understand where I'm coming from, Hold on to those better days, Where the colour's bright and never fades,
And when all that is said and done, We form these broken dreams from bad memories, And when all that is said and done, We form the future dreams from the better days, So hold on to those better days, To erase the pains of yesterdays, Screaming at the sun, Screaming at the sun, I know now of the blue skies, And the air that fills my lungs, How did I ever doubt that this was real?