Treasures of Sleep

I fall into you like a lover
Always wanting more

Wasting years of life with you
Making love
And inside this coma
I'm still breathing

A lunacy fitting for a king
I hold deeply rooted
Underneath these sheets

Treasures of sleeping

If death and her brother should
Follow me under
I couldn't say I minded
Being so taken
When all the roses die
They leave their thorns behind
Reminding us all of their
Eternal return
The Death of Chatterton

This song can be found on:
"The Pedestal" full-length album.

Lyrics © Siddal.