Well it seems my confessions Sound more like confessions Of the beautiful plays on the words But we'll never say those words I know all the ways to say please But we're still the same, you know You know the songs we can't sing They never sing, you know
Dreamer, help me believe in the life that you keep up your sleeve
And leave the tracks through the snow The hospitals full and the blood dries so slow Dress you down head to toe And if it ain't so I don't wanna know Tickled to hear you complain It ain't for the world to remember your name
Deceiver, help me believe in the things that I used to deceive
It appears my confessions Act more like misdirections In the beautiful plays in the words I know when to fall to my knees Cause that's how you pray, you know And every song that we sing We already sang, you know
Dreamer, help me believe in the life that you keep up your sleeve
As long as we learn how to say the right lines And cover the holes in our sides Talk for the rest of our lives And talk for the rest of our lives