would you let me know your plans tonight? 'cause i just won't let you go 'til we both see the light.

he used to see dreams at night, but now he just watches the back of his eyes.

would you let me know your plans tonight? 'cause i just won't let you go 'til we both see the light.

why won't you let us use your name?

(i promise you.)

i know you're not a liar, and i know you could set fire this day.

you should never trust the pantaloon.

oh, ms. believer, my pretty weeper.

and the moon just happened to be the very first thing that i missed.

but i don't want your way, i want mine.

i haven't found a drop of you.

you like to sleep alone.

you don't have the time to make your slits look just right.

i think you would beat the moon in a pretty contest.

he's been around so long he's changed his meaning of a chair now.

they deflect the disrespect when they say that they blame it on the times.

and about this time of every year, the line will go to the ocean pier and walk right off into the sea, and then we fall asleep.

i will tell you i love you, but the muffs on your ears will cater your fears.

and i just don't say what you wanna hear, so i'll write my fears.

oh, ms. believer, my pretty sleeper.

i think you would beat the moon in a pretty contest.

i don't wanna fall, fall away.

get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground.

but you specialize in dying, you hear me screaming father.

no one looks up anymore 'cause you might get a raindrop in your eyes, and heaven forbid they see you cry.

look in the mirror and ask your soul if you're alright.

look in the mirror and ask your soul if you're alright.

cause i don't wanna fall, fall a-

i wanna fall inside your ghost and fill up every hole inside my mind.

your twisted mind is like snow on the road.

it was a little dark so i held a makeshift torch.

i haven't found a drop of water.

and then i said "i'll take the grave, please just send them all my way."

it's taking a toll on my soul, i'm screaming submission.

get up johnny boy, get up johnny boy.

if you decide to live by what you thinks wrong and whats right, believe me you'll begin to wish you were sleeping your weeping will creep in your head and you'll cry.

i'll keep the lights on in this place, 'cause i don't wanna fall, fall a-

(i promise you.)

and then i said "i'll take the grave, please just send them all my way."

and he is waiting oh so patiently while we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortability.

now is the climax to the story that gives the demons and angels purpose.

and i'll die as i wait as i wait on my crime.

but i don't want your way, i want mine.

and please think about why you can't sleep in the evening, and please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking.

reign down and destroy me.

but i don't want your way, i want mine.

get up johnny boy, get up johnny boy.

your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder inside your head than the winter of dead.

i was doing fine on my own and there wasn't much i lacked. but you've stolen my air catcher and i don't know if i want it back.

as we fall in line.