These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok

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