Do you ever wake up at night,
Aching neck, with a heart to match?
You try not to lose the dream you were in, but you've already forgotten.
Now you're staring at the black of your eyelids, fast pulse,
Unsure of what you'd change if given the chance?
Do you ever wake up at night,
Aching neck, with a heart to match?
You try not to lose the dream you were in, but you've already forgotten.
Now you're staring at the black of your eyelids, fast pulse,
Unsure of what you'd change if given the chance?