Andrew Belle. In Your Sleep. Zeneszám

so much for medicines
and healthy patients
we?ve got a little bit of a
situation now
i ride this gurnee
towards my confession
it?s just another day
in
my sick profession
i talk through my melodies
but i never listen
i?d
rather spend all my time
talking to you, talking to you
oh i just wanna
believe
that were were made for something
more than just what we can
see
this sickness keeps you coming back
if you could see what i?ve seen
then
you?d believe in something
ghosts are never
more than they seem
but they
keep coming in your sleep
they haunt you in your sleep
some call them
enemies
some call them lovers
i keep a map of my heart
under my covers
i
marked the spot
where we buried our hearts
in the earth
we?ve all got stars
in our eyes
see how they burn
see how they burn