Well this dream, this dream could be the death of me Struggle in these sheets, oh I feel I can't breathe
This smoke, it fills my head
I'm spun over a thread
Sideways stuck into your stare, but I'm filled with dread
Well I'm sure it's not what you meant to say, but you said it anyway
The sweet subtlety of your perfume, but it escapes the room, it escapes the room ...
And I'm never gonna hear your tones bleed through
and I'm already falling in love, with the shape of you, with the shape of you
...
Oh this dream could be the death of me (In my worst dreams I paid a cost)
As I struggle to see what's left of me (Sweet subtlest prisoner)
These colours you left, all over the bed
They turn me in my grave
...
Oh and I'm never gonna hear your tones bleed through
and I'm already falling in love, with the shape of you, with the shape of you
