Best Forgotten - Moonspell

Arms towering into fear

Feels like I am going in my sleep

The dead are breeding under my pillow

Is there a place for you in me?

Best forgotten

Gates closing when you draw near

At the very heart of melancholia

Those were his last words

Is there still something to die for?

Inside my heart a wasteland

That only you can fill with life

For ther are strangers in our way

Pulling us under, dreaming us under tonight

As certain as the grave

If I lie to you again

Imposed in the darkness

Every word is true

And best forgotten

Words surrender into a seal

My life is a curse I keep to myself

The dead are breaking under my pillow

Memories of when you were there

Best forgotten

Lips drying when you are near

At the very pit of melancholia

Those were her last souls

Is there still something to dream of?

Inside my heart a wasteland still

That only you could make me feel

For there are snakes in our way

Feeling us under, nesting us under tonight

As certain as the grave if I lie to you again

Imposed in the darkness

Every word is true

And best forgotten