Story Behind the Song
This particular song didn't quite fit in with the rest of The Dead Cadets's general schema, so I decided to use it (among other songs) to promote myself as a solely gothic artist.
Lyrics
the taste on my lips, the words in my head, questions with no answers in this warm bed.
crying in the dark, alone in the dark with you, remembering to smile in this warm bed.
plese pretend that i am falling, falling.
now, pretend that i'm not there.
wish, wish me back to sleep, please.
now, pretend that i'm not there.
no rest for the weary, now lay down your head, lesser of two evils in this warm bed.
laughing in the light, crying in the dark, heaven help me love you in this warm bed.
please, pretend that i am falling . . .
(reprise)
blessed be this child, never again.
holding hands and letting go, letting go.
blessed be this child, with a final smile.
laughter and innocence lost, they are lost.
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