I will fall asleep tonight,
against the will of the world,
because peace is not a gift,
nor a feeling, a feeling I deserve,
still it comes to me each night,
despite a war inside our heads,
and a sea between our bodies,
cold and old inside this bed.

You were the mother to my love,
but I grew up a runaway,
when I was drowning in the storm,
you reached out and pulled me ashore.

I will wake tomorrow,
my arms dead by my side,
and if I wrap them around you,
I’ll wrap the truth in a lie,
cause we both know the evil,
the elephant in our tomb,
so let’s just be lions,
for the cub in the other room.

And I was the killer of your heart,
but you thought it best to stay,
when I left you drowning in the rain,
though I’ll try, I’ll never know your pain.