World of the Dead

It's midnight, and you're sat there, on my bed Teardrops and bottle tops remind me of what we said. To die together would make it all make sense, But you're living in the world of the dead But you're living in the world of the dead It's midnight and you're sat there on my bed, You've got a (this) hold of me, I see blue, I see red To die together would make it all make sense, But you're living in the world of the dead But you're living in the world of the dead I light cigarettes to keep my thoughts away, But you captivate my mind so I can't escape. You're too beautiful to throw it all away, But you're living in the world of the dead But you're living in the world of the dead But you're living in the world of the dead But you're living in the world of the dead But you're living in the world of the dead But you're living in the world of the dead