It creeps all over you like a dull ache
Think of all the things your hands could make
It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves
The change in your face when anger shows

[Bridge:]
In that moment you realize that
Something you thought would always be there
Will die like everything else

[Chorus:]
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's okay
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's okay

You are a sleeping lion
In your bed I will not wake you
You're the moment love has passed
We all must learn to hate you
You're a memory from before
Please, don't let me forget you
You're the wolves at my door

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

How can you know what things are worth if your hands won't move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth if your hands won't move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth if your hands won't move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth if your hands won't move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth if your hands won't move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth if your hands won't move to do a days work?
How can you know...

How can you know...
How can you know...

These thoughts I must not think of/
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's okay
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I just need you to tell me it's okay

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Writer(s): Christopher Dominic Urbanowicz, Edward Owen Lay, Russell Leetch, Thomas Michael Smith