A Dream About a Dream - Knifeworld

I should walk away

Before I walk alone

A dream about a dream

About the friends I’ve known too long

That haunt my days

A ghost inside the songs

That they made up

So afraid to die

Could I raise them up?

Past the sun

Mend my heart

I should stop it now

But when it really turns me 'round

I don’t know how

They’re waking underground, unseen

Alone inside

A dream about a dream

That I’ll make up

Just to wake the dead

Could I raise them high?

Past the sun

Mend my heart

My broke heart

My broke heart

Some people are the lies they tell themselves

And all they are is those words

Asleep throughout their lives they sell themselves

And die inside those words

But I will not believe, no I will not believe those words