Dream Dead Songtext
von Nahja Mora

Sing along and sleep forever
Dream dead those things to do
Throw a party with the children
Throw a party, invite even you

Send a note to the shadow
Who lives behind the door
Shine a light in his eyes now
Ask him what he came here for


Come on and chase the insects
Butterflies, spiders, and ants
They′ll run, they won't tell you
That I won′t take the chance

My ghost dead in the wardrobe
He pines for what he regrets
So learn from the spectre
Otherwise you'll never forget

Escape imaginary
Forget the release
You'd stop your own damn heart
If it′d kill the leech