Trying to tell me something here

in this place

All of your demons rest

in my space

I dreamed last night

you and I were there

old and gray

Holding tight

you were always so

cold

But I can't touch you where you are

There you stood dressed up like Nebraska

Plain as day

It's being in the dark that makes me so

paranoid

It's the feeling of a sort that just won't

it's your fear

keeps you home

the darkness swings

a silent phone is all you got
if somebody calls today

it won't be safe here any more

late night conversation

turns into a fight and all

the years you've been frustrated

they finally subside

and now you walk away

to face

the day

alone

it's safe right here

behind closed doors

and if your ears