The night is like a blanket that's suffocating the fire/
With a bow to the string and a note from the choir...I believe/
And that's about as far as it goes when you've been riding on the wings of a bloody murder of crows/
Let t lay down the line where the drama begins/
Because if everything is covered and teetering on a whim/
You can harmonize the sound of its insecurity hymn/
Stripped down and shaved/
Shipped off to battle in the shadow of the day/
And if anything is salvaged from the battered up remains/
You can sew it to your jacket to compensate for the pain/
Lick the blood right off of its teeth/
You'll grip those sheets in attempts to hide/
And sleep with the lights on/
You feel that you can be at peace with the lights on here/
And fight away that taste/
That made you want to run and hide/
Sleep with the lights on/
You stand up on your tiny feet when the night gone here/
Swallow that lump inside of your throat/
Open up the closet and push aside all the clothes... you believe/
And never needed more to be said/
To leave you scared of that little gap between the floor and your bed/
Leaping over all of your options/
And retreat right back to the bed we called a coffin/
Never actually getting a wink/
Due to all the little devils that dance around in your dreams/
Pull you under the bed with their hands/
And take away the chance of you ever making a stand/
And if anything actually ever went as you planned it/
You could retrace the steps that you ran/
You could fight it to the death in the streets/
You'll grip those sheets in attempt to hide/
We all know that you will stay awake/
And sleep with the lights on/
You feel that you can be at peace with the lights on here/
And fight away that taste/
That made you want to run and hide/
Sleep with the lights on/
You stand up on your tiny feet when the night gone here/