Bad Dreams

Master of your own misery

You close your eyes but still you see

Thoughts free-falling, lost in the spiraling sea

With sirens singing you to sleep

Bad dreams, bad dreams

The shadows of your doubts seem to grow longer

When evening comes

Silent watcher, collector of memories

But you only believe your bad dreams, bad dreams, bad dreams

Bad dreams, bad dreams

So come here and let me hold

This head heavy as stones

I understand

Sleep now

I won't go till morning comes

Till morning comes

Midnight wanderer

Let's walk into unknown lands

Hand in hand through bad dreams

Bad dreams, bad dreams