The endless dull ache
I have grown so tired of opinions
I have grown so tired of your self-righteous ideals
I have grown so tired of listening
Last night I fell in love in my dreams
I haven’t dreamt in so long
Her face was never defined
Her face was never defined
All I know was it was the best I had felt in weeks
Now back to the dull ache of living inside this head
The tiredness creeps back in
Maybe one of these days I won’t wake up
Give me the strength to carry on
Give me the strength to carry on
This soul has worn so thin
I have grown so tired
I have grown so tired
These blue skies keep falling
Love is like playing Russian roulette with a full revolver
Love is like playing Russian roulette with a full revolver
You’re already dead
These blue skies keep falling
Keep falling
Keep falling
Keep falling