Since the days are unwinding, Can't we make them unravel slow? And in the evening when you're asleep, I am dreaming that I am home. They can't see whats inside me, Or do my cracks begin to show? And in the evening when you're asleep, I am dreaming that you won't let me go, This worthless bag of bones. Is it gone or just hiding? All this searching does take its toll. And in the evening when you're asleep, I am dreaming that I will find a home, That we are not alone, A place to call my own, To lay this bag of bones. You could swallow the tide in, In the wake of your undertow. And in the evening when you're asleep, I am dreaming, So please don't shake me, If you wake me, It will break me. I am dreaming, And deceiving. Yeah, I dove in, Off the deep end. So please don't shake me, If you wake me, It will break me.