Side Effects Of Being Tired - Unwound

When I hold my breath, your lungs collapse

In a dream perhaps on one of those days when I hold my tongue

It all comes back in a hated way

If I said the words, you could sleep now

If I said the words

Her magistrate will concentrate

In attempts to show no signs of hate

When I hold my breath, your lungs collapse

In a dream perhaps on one of those days when I hold my tongue

It all comes back in a hated way

If I said the words, I could sleep now

Can’t say the words

Her magistrate will concentrate

In attempts to show no signs of hate