Its not the cold making my legs shake,
Its Timmys ghost taking his place in our hearts forever.
Its not the sound keeping me from sleep,
Its what Jesus said about hell underneath.
I think Id rather believe its some imaginary place,
Made up to make children behave,
So our souls are safe to wander off,
Wherever they might please.
Your soul is safe wherever you might be.
Come now, sleep.
Come, now sleep.
Tell me Im only dreaming.
Tell me hes just sleeping.
And when morning comes,
Well both wake up to see the sun,
And love thats enough to keep our friends alive.
Phone call.
I pull my car to the side of the road.
No, its not the cold making my legs shake,
Its someone I love being taken away.
A ghost taking his place in our hearts.
Where inside he moves from room to room.
But sometimes he climbs our spines,
To remind our grieving heads,
That in this way he hasnt left.
Tell me Im only dreaming.
Tell me hes just sleeping.
And when morning comes,
Well both wake up to see the sun,
And love thats enough to keep our friends alive.
© 2007 Tooth & Nail Records
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