What's the point in sleep,
If heartache exists in my dreams?
The darkness comes creeping in,
The sky starts whispering.
Don't leave me,
I'm not done with you.
If we stop bleeding,
Maybe I can fly with you.
Let's go for a midnight swim,
Wash this chaos off our skin.
The moonlight we are bathing in,
It paints us porcelain.
Don't leave me,
I'm not done with you.
If we stop bleeding,
Maybe I can fly with you.
In bloated skies hang trinket stars,
The colour of love,
Is it blue where you are?