In the nighttime we,
In the nighttime we become alone,
Welcome to our secret dreams,
These screams that meditate our isolation,
Ice under our bed frames keep the fire low,
Sedated is the way that is way inside of me.

Now the sky is closing up in itself,
Give me your eyes,
Time won't matter once we're home,
Just don't look at the ground below yourself.

The fire under the bed,
The fire under the bed, oh, there it goes,
Let it go.
It wasn't an invitation or introspection,
But I guess the point of facing a new direction is to move ahead,
Ruckus before our feet become coals and hot bones,
Not until we move again will the sun appear from the black hole,
I'm disappointed in the end, when it's just laying down,
Let us go,
Watch us go into a brand new home.

Now the sky is closing up in itself,
Give me your eyes,
Time won't matter once we're home,
Just don't look at the ground below yourself.