Текст: Alkaline Trio. Good Mourning. 100 Stories.

you're in the next room sleeping and i'm shouting out a song for you
i shouldn't wake you over the furnace, but i should swear to someone you'd have loved every note
so dream a good one tonight. i'll listen to the bad ones when they come
get up in my ear 'til i hear every word. with every turn of your tongue i will tighten my grip
no one could tell even if i fell one hundred stories straight down
no one could tell even if i fell one hundred stories down

i was getting bored with hurting myself
if you fall down enough, well soon enough, you will find hell
it can't be as pretty as we hoped it would be
it's not even warm here, not even ten degrees

this bed is too big to sleep in, and i'm dying just to feel you breath.
you couldn't see across the ocean, but i was turning over 'til the vampires sleep
so dream a good one tonight. i'll listen to the bad ones when they com.
get up in my ear 'til i hear every word. with every turn of your tongue i will tighten my grip
no one could tell even if i fell one hundred stories straight down
no one could tell even if i fell one hundred stories down

i was getting bored with hurting myself
if you fall down enough, well soon enough, you will find hell
it can't be as pretty as we hoped it would be
it's not even warm here, not even ten degrees

dream a good one tonight
i was getting bored with hurting myself