Tell me what you know about dreamin’,
you don't really know about nothin’.
Tell me what you know about them night terrors every night,
5 am, cold sweats wakin’ up to the skies.
Tell me what you know about dreams,
tell me what you know about night terrors,
you don't really care about the trials of tomorrow.
Rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow.



Fyyyyyyyyy!