Well lately I've been scared

By things that aren't actually there

There's a girl who sleeps on my floor

But she just wants to be adored



And there's a man who stands by my bed

And he doesn't talk, he just stares instead

But when the drugs kicks in, they're gonna kick real hard

To stop my head from tearing apart



With downcast eyes, I can see, yeah, I believe you are 

the one

With downcast eyes, you can see that I'm not me anymore

Cold…

Lament us getting old



You both grip far too tight

For two hearts that got stolen in the night

I don't want to catch the thieves

You can continue to scream as I fall back asleep



And with downcast eyes, I can see, yeah, I believe you 

are the one

With downcast eyes, you can see that I'm not me anymore

Cold…

Lament us getting old



Please lay cold with me