50 odd nights I lay in bed

Wondering what’s inside your head

50 odd nights I filled with dread

During the hours of the dead

Lying in bed

I began to tread

In that odd space inside my head

50 odd nights I asked myself

How to think like someone else

50 odd nights I asked myself

How to feel the things others felt

The hours of the night seeming to tick by

But I was left still wondering why

Do I want to know what’s in your head?

Or be left in the dark instead?

I thought

If I should die before I wake

Which memories of you should I take

For in my sleep I dream of you

You’re the only thought I’m due

For in my sleep I dream of us

We’re the only thing that can’t be touched

Now I pray my soul to take

To the gods of my fate

Now I lay me down to sleep

My soul is there for you to keep

50 odd nights I’d lay in bed

Wondering what’s inside your head

Now the end and I can see

I see us and I see me.