Intro: verse If it was only in our heads, only in our dreams Nothing we ever spoke of, nothing evergreen you know I dreamed we were hunted by lions, bursting for air so we hid out in the brambles and played like we were dead never terrified of what that might mean Why is it clinging to life, this longing that should now be dead? Why do I need you, feeling your claws in my back? I've got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed verse If it was only a mirage, a hopeless scene Nothing close to water, nothing so serene you know I dreamed we were walking a wire across a ravine locked in on each other and then I hear you scream but I never saw you open your mouth Why is it clinging to life, this longing that should now be dead? Why do I need you, feeling your claws in my back? I've got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed Instrumental verse If it was only for the foolish, decision to careen Nothing that you walk from, nothing so clean you know I dreamed of the end of the world, that whole nightmare routine I found you in the closet with your mother's old tureen You said there's one fear I had not confirmed Why is it clinging to life, this longing that should now be dead? Why do I need you, feeling your claws in my back? I've got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed I've got two ideas, and an image of your claws in my back