Whispering sweet nothings with secrets for to tell
evening light is waning a wish to cast a spell
hours past the dim light and I begin to fall away
hours past the dim light and I begin to fall
eyelids getting heavy and then I hear your call
waiting for the rhythm the waking never ends
looking like the undead with willingness to bend
I have fallen too deep
the angel will grant me no sleep
I have fallen to deep
the angel will grant me no sleep
it's not for lack of trying it's filling me with dread
motivation dying am I already dead
draining me my body it's withering away
once again I hear you restart our nightly sway
blue light is appearing my body feels so cold
fingers are like needles you're mine alone to hold
whispered my sweet nothings my secrets gone and told
weaving tales of darkness to cast this magic spell
I have fallen too deep
the angel will grant me no sleep
I have fallen too deep
the angel will grant me no sleep