Sweet Nothings Lyrics

I wake up in a bed I don't remember

A stranger staring back at me in the mirror

I live with ghosts and the deceased

What is real? Can anybody tell me?

I swear she speaks her sweet nothing's in my ear

Pictures becoming ever more unclear

I anticipate her as I draw near

It is not the end I fear

I'm confused and tired, fingers worn to the bone

I don't choose the liar, wielder of the sword in stone

He has a power that I no longer possess

Each step he takes I regress

Bring me to my goddess and I'll forgive

Soon I won't know to have the will to live

Everything is faded, distorted, mixed up and blurry

Whispers of a past future present life

Come down in a hurry

Time doesn't govern

Don't know where to turn

There's space in the urn

Which way is up?

It's too late to learn

Can't discern

Where to turn

There's space in the urn

Way is up

(She's whispers)

Blackness

(Sweet nothings)

Spiraling

(In my ear)

Down

Which is up

Where to discern

Does it burn

Can't turn

There's space in the urn

There's space in the urn

There's space in the urn