I woke up and he was screaming. I'd left him dreaming. I roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper "If they want you, then they're gonna have to fight me," (Oh, fight me)
I woke up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree With a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee. I woke up it was dark there was no-one in this park at this time, oh why do I keep finding myself here? Oh, fight me.
If I look back and he is screaming, I'd left him dreaming, the dangers fade, And I rolled back and shake him tightly, And scream "if they want him, then they're gonna have to fight me!" (Oh, fight me).
But if I wake up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree Oh, a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee. I'll roll over and hold him tightly, and scream "If you want him, well you're gonna have to fight me!" (Oh, fight me).