If I wake up tomorrow, I'll paint the city in white and bloody red. Maybe then can I remember what it was like to be with you. And if I sleep for a hundred nights, I'll cover the walls of my room with posters of you. Maybe then can I remember what it was like to sleep with you. I really wanna take you there, where I know you'll be in my hands. I really wanna take you there. Maybe then can I remember.