Throwing Matches - Last Of The Believers, Chris Chasse, Nik Piscitello

My path is not behind me

I cling to the shreds

This home inside of my heart (my heart)

STAY

Dream I wake up in your arms and breath you in

Where are you?

Are you still here?

Take comfort in the things I know and breathe them out

Throw matches at this burning bridge

I am not your hero

I can’t even save myself

I’m trapped inside of my heart (my heart)

STAY

My name is where your heart is, where my mind can rest at ease

When I let down my defenses, I hold you so close to me

Almost daily life reminds me of my pain and misery

When I look into the mirror, this is all so clear to see

So I sleep, I sleep to dream, I dream to wake up in your arms

Breathe you in and kiss the lips of angel (of an angel)

So I dream, I dream to find you, asking, «what took you so long?»

I take comfort in the fact that when I dream, that world is gone