i wish i could be upon your shoulder now. will i see you 
on sunday morning on your knees? you cry aloud; i hear 
you now, i hear you now. i hope that i can see this 
through with you; that you find peace on monday morning. 
that with no sleep and no desire, you'll find everything 
you need. so please just sleep now, i'll watch over till 
the silenced night is loud enough. i guess i shouldn't 
have been so hard. it's not supposed to be so difficult, 
i know. a smoking gun in my hand is what you saw. now 
it's time to be the one. now it's your time to show them 
you don't need anyone to hold your hand, to pick you up 
again today. so please just sleep now, i'll watch over 
till the silenced night is loud enough. this is the 
soundtrack to my aftermath. this is the soundtrack to my 
entire year. this is the last song i will sing to you, to 
hold your hand. to pick you up again today. i'll watch 
over till it's over, till it's over, till you are gone.