Its all gonna be fine.
It's all gonna be fine.
He whispers this in my ears, and I still don't get it.
It gets so dark up here, I tell him.
Some nights I crawl around my 'dreams' and it's an endless circle of 'if I had knowns'
Other nights, I lay in bed.
And hope the pain passes with the moon.
But we both know it ain't that easy.
Well it's all gonna be fine.