we sit on the roofs of haunted houses
and reach out our hands
trying to reach the sky
but we fall,
we fall.

but maybe we’re just beautiful dreamers
with ugly nighmares
and papercuts that we call wounds
haunted houses
with drawers full of memories

you run aimlessly trough the rain
you think you’re dancing
but your legs are getting weak
and you fall,
you fall.

i write tragic endings to stories
that were never told
so no one will cry
but i fall
i fall

but maybe we’re just beautiful dreamers
with ugly nighmares
and papercuts that we call wounds
haunted houses
with drawers full of memories

we’ve been hit and we’ve hit
and yet we’re famous for our misses

but maybe we’re just beautiful dreamers
with ugly nighmares
and papercuts that we call wounds
haunted houses
with drawers full of memories