Scheherazade (1001 Nights)
Wake me up I'm falling
It's darker than it seems
I hear a voice it's calling
But I can't tell if it's me
I know that you're listening, listening
To bits of what I say
But the deepest parts I'm whispering, whispering
Seem to slip away
See maybe it's cold outside this bed
But I got a fire burning me inside instead
Feed me all your stories
Breathe them in my ear
The ones of fame & glory
Those thrills inside of fear
Everybody's pushing &
Pulling &
Shouting &
Fooling&
Making up the game
But really it's just
Stumbles &
Fumbles &
Troubles
With only others to blame
Maybe it's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning me inside instead
Maybe it's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning inside my weary head
Well the wind it howls
And the rain it comes
Hits the mountainside
And the true rivers run
Ain't no hiding place in the citadel
No one's safe
You'd better run like hell
Wound up tight like there's
No way to get out of spinning
(round & around & around)
Can't stop the fight
Smashing straight in your face til you
Smile like you think that you're winning
Today is now tomorrow
The moon has come and gone
All the tales of gold and sorrow
Just strings to pearl me along
I drift inside the haze
of the days
that I laze
in the maze
I'm left to concede
And sanctify the pull
of the fool
who would rule my head
Instead of me
Maybe it's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning me inside...
It's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning me inside...
It's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning inside my weary head
It's darker than it seems
I hear a voice it's calling
But I can't tell if it's me
I know that you're listening, listening
To bits of what I say
But the deepest parts I'm whispering, whispering
Seem to slip away
See maybe it's cold outside this bed
But I got a fire burning me inside instead
Feed me all your stories
Breathe them in my ear
The ones of fame & glory
Those thrills inside of fear
Everybody's pushing &
Pulling &
Shouting &
Fooling&
Making up the game
But really it's just
Stumbles &
Fumbles &
Troubles
With only others to blame
Maybe it's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning me inside instead
Maybe it's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning inside my weary head
Well the wind it howls
And the rain it comes
Hits the mountainside
And the true rivers run
Ain't no hiding place in the citadel
No one's safe
You'd better run like hell
Wound up tight like there's
No way to get out of spinning
(round & around & around)
Can't stop the fight
Smashing straight in your face til you
Smile like you think that you're winning
Today is now tomorrow
The moon has come and gone
All the tales of gold and sorrow
Just strings to pearl me along
I drift inside the haze
of the days
that I laze
in the maze
I'm left to concede
And sanctify the pull
of the fool
who would rule my head
Instead of me
Maybe it's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning me inside...
It's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning me inside...
It's cold outside this bed
I got a fire
Burning inside my weary head
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Writer(s): Soren Gray
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