Verse 1
Have we been here?
This place seems so familiar
It feels like someone's watching us
This room is dark
There's something in the shadows
It's something cold and hollow
Let's run away
Can we escape?
Because it feels like someone's listening
You don't believe in superstition?
Well you're wrong
Now we're home safe
But I can still hear the whisper
Of the cold, snowy winter
When I sleep
When I try to dream away
Oh, how can we leave when you haunt our dreamless sleeping?
You're ready for the weekend
But there's blood on your sleeves
Oh, how can we leave when you haunt our dreamless sleeping?
We're ready for the weekend
But there's blood on our sleeves