i wish i could be upon your shoulder now. will i see you on sunday morning on your knees? you cry aloud; i hear you now, i hear you now. i hope that i can see this through with you;
that you find peace on monday morning. that with no sleep and no desire, you'll find everything you need.
so please just sleep now, i'll watch over till the silenced night is loud enough.
i guess i shouldn't have been so hard. it's not supposed to be so difficult, i know. a smoking gun in my hand is what you saw. now it's time to be the one. now it's your time to show them you don't need anyone
to hold your hand, to pick you up again today. so please just sleep now, i'll watch over till the silenced night is loud enough. this is the soundtrack to my aftermath. this is the soundtrack to my entire year.
this is the last song i will sing to you, to hold your hand. to pick you up again today. i'll watch over till it's over, till it's over, till you are gone.