Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in
Construction, creation, we are architects and kings
Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory
As we’re tangled in our sleep

We were young together, but I’ve grown ancient
Cracked and weathered and filled with regret
Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep

The realisation sinks in through the skin like a disease,
A blight inside of me
Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers
What was familiar becomes unfamiliar
Give me an anchor, a lifeline to hold
Bring me back to something I know for sure

We were young together, but I’ve grown ancient
Cracked and weathered and filled with regret
Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep

Locked away, a dream-dweller pale from hiding with secrets
Deeper than daylight dares, dares to seek
Come out, emerge!
Hands to our eyes, over-exposed for all we are
Oh, for all we are

We were young together, but I’ve grown ancient
Cracked and weathered and filled with regret
Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep

Lay me down in a den of dreamers
Put me to rest on a bed of sleepers

Doubt is a plague
We’ll never be safe here again
When all their eyes are tied to me
Just carry the conversation please

We were young, sandcastle kings building empires, cities and homes
Architects tangled up, tangled up in our sleep
Wake up, wake up, wake up