placebo-line - Black Market Music

Nacroleptic

Nacroleptic

Slip and stumble at my first offences
Its not treason, its no lie
You talk in paragraphs
I write my sentence
Its not treason, its no lie

It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream

Crush and crumble under your defenses
Its not treason, its no lie
You frame the photograph I sit on fences
Change your season, love can die

It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream

If we tear out the tumor
Its later, never sooner
If we tear out the tumor
Its later, never sooner

It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream

Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up

Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up

It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream

Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up

Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up

Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up

Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up

Wake up