Book of Black Dreams - Deadsy

Late night in the sheets

As your body starts to sweat and seethe

There comes a fright, a secret breeze

There comes an evil from an ancient tree

Floating pride with numbered leaves

You’re reminded of the things behind you

It’s everytime you feel you’re getting by It’s anytime that the oceans will run dry

It’s everytime you think you’re going to die

Your mind’s in misery

(Some way) on a distant sea

You keep track of a way to keep track of me Somewhere through the thick debris

Up the back in the Book of the Black Dreams

Inside the future gleams

And now your mind begins a desperate plea

(But no time to/the noose tight, you) look and see

You’ve been blinded by the things that unwind you

It’s everytime you feel you’re getting by It’s anytime that the oceans will run dry

It’s everytime you think you’re going to die

Your mind’s in misery

(Some way) on a distant sea

You keep track of a way to keep track of me Somewhere through the thick debris

Up the back in the Book of the Black Dreams

Book of Black Dreams

Book of Black Dreams

Now turn the back page

Gonna keep what you might bring

Book of Black Dreams

Things are not what they seem

'Cause every nightmare the ??

Is playing back in your eternity

It’s everytime you feel you’re getting by It’s anytime that the oceans will run dry

It’s everytime you think you’re going to die

Your mind’s in misery

(Some way) on a distant sea

You keep track of a way to keep track of me Somewhere through the thick debris

Up the back in the Book of the Black Dreams

Book of Black Dreams

Book of Black Dreams

Book of Black Dreams

Book of Black Dreams