Dear lover, where have you been?
Writing me of all the things you had seen in your dreams
and it seems that you've forgotten the things that you said when you left, all from under your breath.
Today I found myself in hell, soul sickness crept up inside me
Crushed to my knees, left thinking won't someone just adjust my dreams for me?
The world turns but we don't feel it.
The world turns but I don't fucking feel.
Looks like we failed to make amends again.
I am a tourist in the city of love and your the only thing on my mind.
Take your claws from off of me, take your claws from out of my head.