I woke up and he was screaming.

I'd left him dreaming.

I roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper "If they want you, then they're gonna have to fight me,"

(Oh, fight me)

I woke up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree

With a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee.

I woke up it was dark there was no-one in this park at this time, oh why do I keep finding myself here?

Oh, fight me.

If I look back and he is screaming,

I'd left him dreaming, the dangers fade,

And I rolled back and shake him tightly,

And scream "if they want him, then they're gonna have to fight me!" (Oh, fight me).

But if I wake up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree

Oh, a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee.

I'll roll over and hold him tightly, and scream "If you want him, well you're gonna have to fight me!" (Oh, fight me).

Don't; fight me.