In the raining stretch of grey motorway, visibility's so poor. In the minutes of the night when I can't sleep, I miss you more. I could look up at the moon, look up at where there should be stars or indulge my morbid fantasies of where I'd drive my car.

I need to reach you. There seem to be these barriers instead and the fears in my head. I need to reach you. Holding onto everything you've said. I need to sleep in your bed.

Getting lost along the beach and drawing circles in the sand. I need you to wake me up, I just need you to squeeze my hand. In your nightmares, I turn on you, make you feel weird through the day. I wait the minutes into hours, sleep's our distorted meeting place.

I need to reach you. There seem to be these barriers instead and the fears in my head. I need to reach you. Holding onto everything you've said. I just need to sleep in your bed.