harder to admit
that i keep you closer now that you're gone
you're footsteps they remain like islands
isle de muerta on your bedroom floor

if i could be the one who sleeps until you're gone... i would.

but every day is over before the next has begun.

but if i should be the one who never ever goes
i guess i'd sleep until you're gone.

your carriage
you're hostage
four horses
sweet dreams in the house of the dead
four corners
sand covers
you're eyelids
sweet dreams in the house of the dead

even if i dream away this life