Is this your worst nightmare?
Tiny creatures running down the stairs
They stumble and fight all through the night
And yes, they come in pairs
So let's move to New York, all our troubles couldn't find us there
We'd dance in the light
Hide in plain sight from our worst nightmares
It gets so cold in my heart
Still, I have some days where I eat the bear
You'll always be a mother to me though we're worse for wear
You'll always be a mother to me though we're worse for wear
