Corrs, The - Dreams lyrics

That last one messed me up

Things look bad

Things look tragic

I keep looking in the mirror

Afraid that I won't be there

Courting Ellen West, dancing on her grave

Saving Ellen West

My house is full of demons

I swear to God, I need to go to bed

I need to go to sleep

I'm awake with a vengeance

Saving Ellen West 'cause she wanted it

This way

My mouth is full of demos

I swear to God I need to go to bed

I need to go to sleep

I need that hope chest

I need to breathe, I need you here

I need to disappear