Who put the mess in your head?
Filtering the sense of all you could have said
Who stole the words from your mouth?
So twisted in contagion and reaching out

If this is the lullaby then
Why am I not sleeping easy?
If you leave me alone,I will come home
Dragging my tails behind me

Sweetheart, don't hang me out to dry?
When nothing is left there is always us
When nothing is left there is always us

If I could sing you to sleep
Lay you down and pray that you're the soul to keep
I would be all that you need
Wider eyes oblivious to everything

If this is the lullaby then
Why am I not sleeping easy?
If you leave me alone I will come home
Dragging my tails behind me

Sweetheart, don't hang me out to dry?
When nothing is left there is always us
When nothing is left there is always us
When nothing is left there is always us
When nothing is left there is always us

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHRIS CORNER, IAN PICKERING