Do you still dream of things
you want but cannot have
But you think you could've gotten
if only you were good enough
These nights are awfully quiet
without the chatter of your old dreams
The crickets chirping
a moth banging on the window
No you can't get in
just like I can't touch the flame
Inside my memory
that lit up my room
In the sound of bedtime stories
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC
Do you still dream of things
you want but cannot have
But you think you could've gotten
if only you were good enough
These nights are awfully quiet
without the chatter of your old dreams
The crickets chirping
a moth banging on the window
No you can't get in
just like I can't touch the flame
Inside my memory
that lit up my room
In the sound of bedtime stories