Sleepsong by Bastille
Don't talk to strangers.
Oh, in the strangest dreams, walking by your side
It is the hole you impose upon your life
When you're out, loneliness, it crawls up in the ground
It's what you feel, but can't articulate out loud.
Oh you go to sleep on your own and you wake each day
with your thoughts
And it scares you being alone
It's a last resort
All you want is someone onto whom you can cling
Your mother warned of strangers and the dangers they
may bring
Your dreams and memories are blurring into one
The scenes which hold the waking world slowly come
undone
You'll come undone
Oh, you go to sleep on your own,
And you wake each day with your thoughts
And it scares you being alone,
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