I think you made me up one day, I think you gave me life

You plucked me from your nightmares, born of all your strife

I think you wrote this faerytale, a thousand lives before

I see a thousand manuscripts burning on your floor

We’re running from my nightmares

Too fast to see the stars

Too fast to lie beneath the moon

And talk of dreams for hours

I think you gave me wings to fly, so I’d come back to you

And as you wrote those crimson words, you sealed your own fate too

I think you cry a thousand tears because you know the truth

You trap your soul inside a curse of damned eternal youth

We’re running from my nightmares

Too fast to see the stars

Too fast to lie beneath the moon

And talk of dreams for hours

I know there’s something hunting us, that’s more than just the wild

I know you’ll face the poisoned blade that killed my inner child

I know you’ve tried to paint the sun, to show me to the light

You wrote the tale, I stole your soul, and sold it to the night

We’re living in my nightmares

And all the stars are dead

We’re gazing at the moon above

And feeling only dread