Dreamtime.
So far away, it never comes.
More wine.
For cruelly focused, replayed moments.

You took my breath. Away you went.
That sinking feeling, I always get.
Good for you. It all the same.
You seem to be unscathed.

I hate to, to trouble you, but my mind wanders
To darker places,
Where I can't breathe.
I'm so far under.

You took my breath. Away you went.
That sinking feeling, I always get.
Good for you. It all the same.
You seem to be unscathed.

[Lyrics by Brian O'Halloran]

[Lyrics by John Tipton]

When you go to the graveyard and say that you're not scared.
When you go to the graveyard and say that you're not scared.
But you really are.

Graveyard...graveyard...
Skeleton of the night.
Are you scared?
Skeleton of the night.

Bones, people now are dead.
Everything that makes you scared.
Bones, people now are dead.
Everything that makes you scared.
(But you really are.)

[Lyrics by Joshua Johnson]