Woorden: City And Colour. Little Hell. Fragile Bird.

When she sleeps there is a fever dream, yeah
It brings the night terrors to harm this fragile bird
She speaks in tongues, the words they come undone, yeah
Then with a wayward mind she struggles through the night

All that I can do, is hope she makes it through the night
Through the night

These cold nightmares they make her worse for wear
Lost in the dark, she's got a heavy heart
And when she wakes in her fragile state,
Well, she calls my name hoping that I keep her safe

All that I can do, is hope she makes it through
All that I can do, is hope she makes it through

Through the night
Through the night
Through the night
Through the night

All that I can do, is hope she makes it through
All that I can do, is hope she makes it through
Through the night