Texty písní Between the Buried and Me

Between the Buried and Me

(Shevanel Take 2)

My head will not rest on this pillow

As its gripped in my arms tonight

Like reality, too tight

If a dream could last forever

I would hold you here

Time need not freeze, I need not fear

This world inside

Is a world I have longed to find

And I will not be afraid to love

I will not be afraid to lose

What I once deprived myself of

My tear drops have salt-stained this pillow

As its loosened from my weakend cluth

Like the sun's light: too much

But there's a hope today

That I'll find a way

To make my dream reality

Sometimes I run and sometimes I crawl

Sometimes I fly and sometimes I fall

But this dream of mine won't change at all