Texty: Echobelly. All Tomorrow Brings.

My own life's a dream I make believe
A veil of blood ties, a worn out elegy
It won?t hurt, it won?t hurt anymore

My dark night, your mood is on the wane
And dawn will set her light to bring me home again
It won?t hurt, it won?t hurt anymore

When half the world lies alone in all their dreams
I?ll see the curtain rise with all tomorrow brings
It won?t hurt, it won?t hurt, it won?t hurt anymore, anymore

My own life, a dream I make believe
A veil of blood ties, a worn out elegy
My own life, a worn out elegy
My own life, a dream I make believe