We will write, we will write our own stories
We will write, we will write our own sleeping music
We will write, we will write our own sweet memories
We will write, we will write our own breathing songs

Hey, don't forget about us
When you're out there on your own
I wait here patiently
So come back, come back, come back home

In our bed, in our bed we are so closely fitted
In our bed, in our bed we shape shift into one single thing
In our bed, in our bed we share our favorite stories
In our bed, in our bed where sleep is king and we are his children

In the car, in the car we speak one mind rules us both
In the car, in the car we drive for days to get to shows
In the car, in the car we see the world through one set of eyes
In the car, in the car where we have made a home for us


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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