| Cheap lips, soft eyes, lost in the most blinding lights | |
| As cold as those first nights alone | |
| As the second best he'll become | |
| Sleep deep, girl, dream well | |
| That night, | |
| I think he cried himself to sleep | |
| Just maybe, he felt more than we could ever know | |
| And I think he pulled that trigger to empty that memory | |
| I think he cut the weight to end the floods of you | |
| Let him soar, let him ride as budding gravestones do | |
| Just sleep, girl, just dream well |