Backwards and forwards, they forage through all of the subtler cracks in your life

But you quite like that

The concepts they run through objectively stun you and get to beg for the right

to feel the brightness...

Of the sunlight in their eyes

The type of thing that you just have

With the sunlight in their eyes

The type of thing that you just have

The seem to cover your back now

Because you were their's

I guess its something to have now

It's your decisions...

They haunt my steps

Rub salt in the wound

And raise up their hands

To greet your advance

and offer the chance

To enter their trance

To move with their dance

Of the sunlight in their eyes

The type of thing that you just have

With the sunlight in their eyes

The type of thing that you just have

The seem to cover your back now

Because you were their's

I guess its something to have now

It's your decisions...

It's your decision

Your decision

You like to suffer in your dreams

You like to suffer anything

You like to suffer in your dreams

You like to suffer anything

You like to suffer in your dreams

You like to suffer anything