The Crowd کے بول

In your dreams you hunt the zombie crowd I know 'cos I was there as well Your shotgun running out of shells The windows will not hold them back, will not hold them back And you don't have to plan your apology When you wake and you dream that you strangled me When you wake and you are horrified By what you found in your sleeping mind You dreamt of chases, you dreamt of giant waves You dreamt your childhood friends danced faceless on the stage You dreamt you killed in desert storms To decorate your uniform You died and were reborn You died and were reborn And I won't plan my apology When I wake from a night of infidelity When I wake and I'm horrified By what I've found in my sleeping mind