So afraid of rejection
Hide inside ourselves
Acting like strangers to avoid the pain 

We collect our phobias
Our sicknesses
Feel so good only when we [bad word] 

In your arms
Feels like a better us
In your arms 

Dancing around the fire
Getting [bad word] with the night
Nobody is ever who they seem to be 

Hypnos give us your hand
We so tire of this life
Need to rest and finally disappear 

In your arms
Feels like a better us
In your arms