slip and stumble at my first offences
it's not treason, it's no lie
you talk in paragraphs
i write my sentence
it's not treason, it's no lie
it seemed a place for us to dream
crush and crumble under your defenses
it's not treason, it's no lie
you frame the photograph
i sit on fences
change of season, love can die
it seemed a place for us to dream
if we tear out the tumor
it's later, never sooner
if we tear out the tumor
it's later, never sooner
it seemed a place for us to dream
you'd better keep it in check
or you'll end up a wreck
and you'll never wake up
you'd better keep it in check
or you'll end up a wreck
and you'll never wake up
wake up
it seemed a place for us to dream
you'd better keep it in check
or you'll end up a wreck
and you'll never wake up
wake up..
