Goodnight, I say to you, goodnight. Dream of all the impossible, and when you wake, you'll see that all these dreams aren't fake. They're real, not impossible. Believe, you'll be alright, sad things you keep inside. So go, tell me what it's like.
Eerie whispers, trapped beneath my pillow; won't let me sleep your memories. And I know you're in this room; I'm sure I heard you sigh, floating in between where our worlds collides. Cares the hell out of me and the end is all I can see; and it scares the hell out of me and the end is all I can see. And I know the moment's near, and there's nothing you can do.