Can't you see
You've used my own key on me
Now I'm slowly dying
Right to left
When you're sleeping
Deeply enough
Do you ever find me
In our rest
Cause reading your past tense feelings
Is making me a bit to melancholy
If you want to let it be
Then please just go your own way without me
If I were a card you could carry me
Face down and forgotten in your bag
But still as it stands
I'm only the most sadly sentimental play thing you have
I can't fathom why this sounded quite so high
Only to cut me down
I can't imagine any scenery with looking eyes
Without you lingering around
All this talk of dreaming
Is fine and sweet
All this talk of dreaming
Is fine and sweet
When time comes for waking
Who's face do you wish to see
The wolf running rampant
Or the gate keeper on his knees