Malakoff Kowalski and Tara Nome Doyle - Bad Dreams

Master of your own misery you close your eyes
but still you see
Thoughts free falling
lost in the spiralling sea
with sirens singing you to sleep
Bad dreams, bad dreams
The shadows of your doubts seem to grow longer
when evening comes
Silent watcher
collector of memories
but you only believe
your bad dreams, bad dreams
Bad dreams, bad dreams
So come here and let me hold this head heavy as stones
I understand
Sleep now
I won't go 'til morning comes 'til morning comes
Midnight wanderer
let's walk into unknown lands hand in hand through
bad dreams
Bad dreams, bad dreams

Written by:
Tara Nome Doyle

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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