Chance dreams that cut across the bed
Leaving colors there instead
See lines that draw it to an end but ignore them
And if I say how I feel again, is it wise to do it?
Or like hearing for the umpteenth time
A song you despise
Don’t you fall asleep
There’s lots of things I need to say that just won’t keep
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Catatonia
I should have told ya
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Catatonia
I should have told ya
And with my fears in the back of my mind
Will they gang up on me?
And when I least expect them to will they devour me?
Don’t you turn aside
Your tired ears must hear me out
There’s nowhere to hide
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Catatonia
I should have told ya
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Catatonia
I should have told ya
Don't you turn aside
Your tired ears must hear me out
There's nowhere to hide
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Catatonia
I should have told ya
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Catatonia
I should have told ya
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Catatonia
I should have told ya
(And with my fears in the back of my mind, will they gang up on me?)
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Catatonia
I should have told ya
(And when I least expect them to, will they devour me?)
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