Nightmares

The moon looks down on you and me. The stars above are waiting too.

You’re a reflection in an old glass window, I’m the ghost trying to break free, wondering why it’s so hard loving you.

I wake up again, it’s always 3:00AM.

I’m staying awake, in this mindless mayhem.

Your skin absorbs the moonlight, my thoughts don’t feel right.

The weather’s changing, and it’s been raining all night.

The nightmares invite the demons in, and I feel you running again

Hold me tight, hold real still, show me that you’re worth the thrill.