It creeps all over you like a dull ache 
Think of all the things your hands could make 
It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves 
The change in your face when anger shows 

In that moment you realise 
That something you thought would always be there will die 
Like everything else 

These thoughts I must not think of 
Dreams I cant make sense of 
I need you to tell me its ok 
These thoughts I must not think of 
Dreams I cant make sense of 
I need you to tell me its ok 

You are a sleeping lion in your bed 
I will not wake you 
You're the moment 
Love has passed 
We all must learn to hate you 
You're a memory from before 
Please don't let me forget you 
You're the wolves at my door 

In that moment you realise 
That something you thought would always be there will die 
Like everything else 

These thoughts I must not think of 
Dreams I cant make sense of 
I need you to tell me its ok 
These thoughts I must not think of 
Dreams I cant make sense of 
I need you to tell me its ok 

How can you know what things are worth 
If your hands wont move to do a days work? 
How can you know what things are worth 
If your hands wont move to do a days work? 
How can you know what things are worth 
If your hands wont move to do a days work? 
How can you know what things are worth 
If your hands wont move to do a days work? 
How can you know what things are worth 
If your hands wont move to do a days work? 
How can you know what things are worth 
If your hands wont move to do a days work? 
How can you know... 

These thoughts I must not think of 
Dreams I cant make sense of 
I need you to tell me its ok 
These thoughts I must not think of 
Dreams I cant make sense of 
I need you to tell me its ok