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My loneliness reverberates around the thin cold walls
It's where I sleep
Where I work
It's where I daydream

I’ve been holding out on you these past nights
Hoping you’d find me yourself before light
Dreams they don’t come to me willingly now
Darkness no comfort, silence no shroud
So I have to reason where reason allows

These eyes grow weary now tracing the lines
Counting the cracks in a grey plaster sky
Dreams don’t entice them to rest for a while
Dreams are the locked box kept deep in the mind
And some fear what hides behind their own closed eyes

I’ve been sowing acorns in my densely woven mind
I’ve been growing trees from memories for us to climb
And when we reach the top what will we see?
And when we’ve climbed them all what will we dream?
Or will we dream?
Will we dream?

My bed is the safest and saddest place I know
It's where I wrap a tired arm around myself
When my skin hurts from exhaustion
My bed is where I decide to survive

So sleep will come to me now willingly
Peaceful and dreamless will overcome me
Words fade, this jaded mind gives up the fight
Worries and thoughts tangle, twist and unwind
Lost now I drift in this blue black of night

I’ve been sowing acorns in my densely woven mind
I’ve been growing trees from memories for us to climb
And when we reach the top what will we see?
And when we’ve climbed them all what will we dream?
Or will we dream?
Oh, will we dream?
Oh, will we dream?

My bed is where inspiration comes
Where I drew my sketches
It's where I wrote these words
Oh, will we dream?
My bed is where I imagine a gentle hand holding mine

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