Woorden: Eisley. Dream For Me.

Night falls... am I dreaming?
The fears are toying with my head
and I'm swept away by the wind
And I can't fight them anymore
Anymore

Frantically I run for my life. Oh,
I'm faint with fear
Chase me down with your knife
And I don't want to die
Chase me down with your knife

Tears of pain and salt fall once again
Your twisted schemes
scrape my mind with your hand
And I don't want to die

Chase me down with your knife
And I don't want to die
Chase me down with your knife
And I don't want to die
Chase me down with your knife

Sleep my little child and rest in me
Sleep my little child and rest in me
Sleep my little child and rest in me