Why should I let you
Wind up my dreams for me?
Why should I follow through,
If you won’t let me be free?

The trees sit through health and blight,
The forest sits among the trees,
But I could never see the sight
Because you dropped me on my knees.

You promise salvation
But you’ve led me too deep,
And I know, with trepidation,
That the only salvation is in my sleep

Why should I let you be the light
When I only see you as a blight?