It creeps all over like a dull ache
Think of 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
There thoughts i must not think of
Dreams i can’t make sense of
I need you to tell me it’s ok
There thoughts i must not think of
Dreams i can’t make sense of
I need you to tell me it’s ok
You are sleeping lio 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 frombefore
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
There thoughts i must not think of
Dreams i can’t make sense of
I need you to tell me it’s ok
There thoughts i must not think of
Dreams i can’t make sense of
I need you to tell me it’s ok
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won’t move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won’t move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won’t move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won’t move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won’t move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won’t move to do a days work?
There thoughts i must not think of
Dreams i can’t make sense of
I need you to tell me it’s ok
There thoughts i must not think of
Dreams i can’t make sense of
I need you to tell me it’s okt
