My head is ringing like it's never done before And I don't think I'll be sleeping anymore Your legs are twisted And your fingernails are claws You stood there with your face turned to the door
I said "Am I doomed forever Will this ending never come Can someone give me something to call it off"
I crawled across the ceiling as you Sounk benent'n the floor I don't think I can take this anymore
You come sneaking up on sleeping eyes And I swear it's always just a trick of the light Don't you wake me up I'm dreaming out And I swear it's always just a trick of the light
So I'll tell you like it is Hang my head at the reasons There's a place where people go for that Cause the guilt came crashing in And said, I never will be leaving
I don't think I can handle that Those days, they set it off And it kinds of rips your heart out On my knees I swear to that
Battlestations all alone This is where the hard times roll I've got a piece of you at home This is where your head it goes
Facing up I found your letter Made me want to call you Go back to where we started from, again Waking up and I feel better You're taking up my headroom I'll wrap my whitered arms around you
There's a place where you go dreaming Set off trails of thunder I'll trace it up and down your spine, again And you know that if you feel it I'll be waiting for you Waiting through the seasons I'll wait for you
It's all just a trick of the light All just a trick of the light It's all just a trick of the light It's all just a trick of the light It's all just a trick of the light It's all just a trick of the light It's all just a trick of the light It's all just a trick of the light
Compositores: Andrew Bushen, David George Jakes (Dave Jakes), Gavin Paul Edgeley, Mark William Trotter ECAD: Obra #11969680 Fonograma #10482146