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 can't make sense of
i need you to tell me it's ok
these thoughts i
must not think of
dreams i can't make sense of
i need you to tell me it's ok
<interlude DF>
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 can't make sense of
i need you to tell me it's ok
these thoughts i
must not think of
dreams i can't make sense of
i need you to tell me it's ok
<interlude DF>
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
how can you know
<interlude DF>
how can you know
how can you know
these thoughts
i must not think of
dreams
i can't make sense of
i need you to tell me it's ok
these thoughts
i must not think of
dreams i can't make sense of
i need you to tell me it's ok