Lyrics
there must be something more than this
No time to play our puppet song, a prison of my own design
Seal your regrets, tomorrow come, would you be there to catch me
Tomorrow come, and let it swallow me, something i can never find
I held a fever-dream, seal your regrets
There must be something more than this, i wanted something more than this, trapped inside this feeling
I ve got to have you, something i can never find
The picture of my recklessness, i push to hide the sore beneath the skin, trapped inside this feeling
These things will heal in time, something i can never find
And let it swallow me, no time to play our puppet song
tomorrow come
I ve got to have you, lost my faith and drowning
Something i can never find, seal your regrets
no time to play our puppet song
tomorrow gone
tomorrow gone
tomorrow gone
These things will heal in time, the picture of my recklessness, seal your regrets
Seal your regrets, i ll wait forever just to touch you, spider-like to spin
Painted by my fickle mind, seal your regrets
In this ocean within, no time to play our puppet song
i ll wait forever just to touch you
Maybe there is nothing more than this, i held a fever-dream, these things will heal in time
Seal your regrets, i wanted something more than this
These things will heal in time, a prison of my own design, conceal the scar that stains the wrist
and if i should fall from where i lay
These things will heal in time, and if i could sleep another day
I held a fever-dream, painted by my fickle mind
Painted by my fickle mind, tomorrow gone, conceal the scar that stains the wrist
Seal your regrets, there must be something more than this Factory, i wanted something more than this
Something i can never find, i held a fever-dream, i held a fever-dream
I ll wait forever just to touch you, i ve got to have you Factory, i wanted something more than this
i ll wait forever just to touch you
And if i should fall from where i lay, tomorrow gone, would you regret the memory
The picture of my recklessness, i ll wait forever just to touch you Factory, i ll wait forever just to touch you
Spider-like to spin, a prison of my own design
Seal your regrets, seal your regrets Doll, tomorrow come
i ll wait forever just to touch you
and let it swallow me
Would you regret the memory, lost my faith and drowning
Seal your regrets, a prison of my own design
no time to play our puppet song
Painted by my fickle mind, tomorrow come
Conceal the scar that stains the wrist, conceal the scar that stains the wrist
I ve got to have you, i ve got to have you
Would you regret the memory, a prison of my own design, i held a fever-dream