Give me one more quiet night,
Before this loud morning gets it right

and does me in.

Does this story have an ending

Cause I needing to escape.

And kill the blinding lights of day to try again.

Close my eyes and start descending.

I, I can seem to find a way back in time.

Every last thought of love we made.
That still keeps me awake;

still keeps me from everything we had.

And I trying to get back.

Trying to get back.

We keep floating towards the floor.

Still in this pattern, nevermore of sink or swim.

But the oxygen is proving

more than words could ever say.

To put these memories away.

So this is it.

These rapid eyes will keep on moving.

These rapid eyes will keep on moving.

Cause I, I can seem to find a way back in time.
Every last thought of love we made.
That still keeps me awake;
still keeps me from everything we had.

And I trying to get back.

And I trying to get back.

I trying to get

to get

Give me one more quiet night

Before this loud morning gets it right

and does me in.

Is this story worth forgetting

Cause I, I can seem to find a way back in time.

Every last thought of love we made.
That still keeps me awake;

still keeps me from everything we had.

I And trying to get back.

Trying to get back.

Trying to get back.

Trying to get back.