My mother, my sister, the fairies,
I wish to be buried with me inside my garden
In Edinburgh city
Where graveyards are pretty
And headstones can be picnic blankets
Hold me, hold me, hold me tight
The wind's shaking my flight
And being cold is the closest clothes that i could find
Hold me, hold me, hold me tight
I don't want to wake up
And being sat in a room only to drain my mind
'Cause dreaming
Sounds so much better than living
Thinking about future beginnings
Don't know if that'll last longer
Than his touch did on my skin
Sometimes I wonder if you were even real
Red witches are singing
The verses I breathe in
Melting my voice into oceans, I drown
Now they're bubbling me secrets
Of a past life I dipped in
Hurt by hurt lovers
White lights, dizzy crowds
Hold me, don't let me wake up
They'll ask "Who do you want to be?"
Well, I don't even know who I am
But he said he wanted me
Why did he lie?
I loved him, oh i loved him
Sweet poisonous man
But was it you
Who I truly loved?
Or was it the projection
Of what I wish you had become?
When will I use this seat I saved you
For something greater, like my own creations?
And when will I be satisfied with what I create
So that I can be excited about being awake?
'Cause dreaming
Sounds so much better than living
Thinking about future beginnings
Don't know if that'll last longer
Than his touch did on my skin
Sometimes I wonder if you were even real