The endless dull ache I have grown so tired of opinions I have grown so tired of your self-righteous ideals I have grown so tired of listening Last night I fell in love in my dreams I haven't dreamt in so long Her face was never defined All I know was it was the best I had felt in weeks Now back to the dull ache of living inside this head The tiredness creeps back in Maybe one of these days I won't wake up Give me the strength to carry on This soul has worn so thin I have grown so tired These blue skies keep falling Love is like playing Russian roulette with a full revolver You're already dead These blue skies keep falling Keep falling