Album: And The Glass Handed Kites
Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
through these walls the winter bites, a draft from all sides.
Why did you not include me on your list?
Let me in through the ceiling. White lips kissed.
Our love is a fickle love,
keeps itself locked in a suitcase.
To be ready to go always.
I won't cry when the silver lining shows,
but you're right, you understand, you ride with both hands.
Worrying is the breathing that you need,
So there won't be far to fall, you mustn't climb tall.
Things that are supposed to mean lots, leave you cold.
And with a malady of the soul.
Our love is a tricky love,
bet you know this, bet you noticed.
Bet you know, which is why.
I should know better than anyone ever could.
Soon as I let go, everything falls apart.
I won't cry when the silver lining shows,
but you're right, you understand, you ride with both hands.
Worrying is the breathing that you need,
So there won't be far to fall, you mustn't climb tall.
Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
through these walls the winter bites, a draft from all sides.
Of course you can, there are diamonds in demand,
It's a shame and as you know the stain will not go.