These Odd Nights


50 odd nights I lay in bed
Wondering whats inside your head
50 odd nights I filled with dread
During the hours of the dead
lying in bed I began to tread
In that odd space inside my head
50 odd nights I asked myself
How to think like someone else
50 odd nights I asked myself
How to feel the things others felt
The hours of the night seeming to tick by
But I was left still wondering why
Do I want to know whats in your head?
Or be left in the dark instead?
If I should die before I wake
Which memories of you should I take
For in my sleep I dream of you
You're the only thought I'm due
For in my sleep I dream of us
The only things that can't be touched
Now I pray my soul to take
To the gods of my fate
Now I lay me down to sleep
My soul is there for you to keep
50 odd nights I'd lay in bed
Wondering what's inside your head.

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