converge 04 Lyrics

Cheap lips, soft eyes, lost in the most blinding lights As cold as those first nights alone As the second best he'll become Sleep deep, girl, dream well That night, I think he cried himself to sleep Just maybe, he felt more than we could ever know And I think he pulled that trigger to empty that memory I think he cut the weight to end the floods of you Let him soar, let him ride as budding gravestones do Just sleep, girl, just dream well