Lonely Hearts and Scary Thoughts
Beating a slow rhythm
Pounding less than a drum
When you've lost hope
You think of what you become
Scary thoughts conjure
Up inside your pretty little head
You welcome them in
They lay you down to bed
You sweat from the fear
Your sanity has run low
Whats left of you now
There's no where to go
Fall asleep and dream they say
Were here to "comfort" you
There's no better way
Pounding less than a drum
When you've lost hope
You think of what you become
Scary thoughts conjure
Up inside your pretty little head
You welcome them in
They lay you down to bed
You sweat from the fear
Your sanity has run low
Whats left of you now
There's no where to go
Fall asleep and dream they say
Were here to "comfort" you
There's no better way