It's not the heat that makes the dreams seem so real to you
It's not the pain that makes the days seem so long to be awake for you
It's not the pictures on the walls, it's not the letters in the mail you send
It's all the things I've tried so hard to keep so far away from you
The hardest part I've ever had to say is thet I wanted you to stay the same
If we had swords that could speak we'd be ahead of the game
If our tongues could push teeth well then I do believe that whenever I wake up my conscience will be clear of all the things I've tried so hard to keep so far away from you.