Do you hear the whispers of the spirits who roam?
Calling out for their friends who they left at
home
Do you see the shadows as they reach out from the
walls?
Can you hear their pain when they call?
I do. Every time that I sleep I return to the
night
Into my dreams of black and white
I walk the streets and search for my friends
I run down alleys that have no end
I find myself crying, facing my pain
Trying to block the demons from entering my brain
Sometimes I drink and get high with my friends
Then the good times seem to end
Before I wake up I return to a room
As the darkness enters way too soon
And the fears they haunt me night after night
In my dreams of black and white
Calling out for their friends who they left at
home
Do you see the shadows as they reach out from the
walls?
Can you hear their pain when they call?
I do. Every time that I sleep I return to the
night
Into my dreams of black and white
I walk the streets and search for my friends
I run down alleys that have no end
I find myself crying, facing my pain
Trying to block the demons from entering my brain
Sometimes I drink and get high with my friends
Then the good times seem to end
Before I wake up I return to a room
As the darkness enters way too soon
And the fears they haunt me night after night
In my dreams of black and white