Sometimes I think there's things I don't remember,
Be it dreams or memories of my past lives.
Tonight I'll let my heartbeat be the bass drum,
And my breathing be the chords that make it right.

I know that there are people I've forgotten
Along the way I've kept the people I love most
My nights are troubled by the visions sent to haunt me
But I could never live my life if you were that ghost

As the sun rises over all that's ours
You'll know just how I feel, asleep in your arms
We may be poor as others
But together rich as kings