Night times spent dead awake Dead inside while the body fakes Snowy beauty, frosty-faced Do your duty, lie awake On the surface, placid calm Faintest ripple bringing harm Underneath you're dead and cold Try to decide: hit or fold? Lost your way, no one to hold you No one sees what you just told me Why do I crave What you never gave me? Why do I see the layers that form you? Why do I fail to set you free? To set you free? You might have dreamed of comforting arms But you never dream at all You might have dreamed of soft corn fields But you never dream at all Expressionless calm I'm trapped inside The scream I form will not sound out Sound out Throat constricts, all alone With clever tricks to shape and hone Hone You might have dreamed of comforting arms But you never dream at all You might have dreamed of a girl called me But you never Dream Dream