Another day I’m at your bedside

At least I have a place to go

Running circles stuck in my mind

Feeling sick you’re wanting more

If I could try

To stay awake I’d be there at your door

If I could trade

Away my time to give you a little more

I would

Another day I’m at your bedside

Lamentations, stricken core

Vicious circles, stuck in my mind

There’s no other place to go

If I could try

To stay up late I’d be there at your door

If I could trade

Away my time to give you more

I would