Pushing through the topsoil
Blinking in the light
Sheilding my eyes from the molten sun
I just wish I could stand, see the world sometimes
As I saw it when I was young

Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow

Sometimes it gets lonely being valiantly alone
Sometimes I wish I was you in two
I get sad just thinking of all the little things
I never ever had the heart to do

Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow

Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow

If I looked all over
Different winter would the
Snowstorm fall as beautiful

If I looked all over
Different winter would the
Snowstorm fall as beautiful