Sick

I'm sick of being scared and scared because I like you
I'm sick of double beds the distance makes me useless
It's sick how your insomnia awakes my sense of drama
I cure my thinking of you shifting my point of view
You are so bold I'm smiling in the cold
Pretending it's fine though I'm crying all the time
The more you're unpredictable the more I believe in miracles
I cure sick premonitions swallowing light visions

If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure
If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure
If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure at all

I'm sick of my emotions, sick because I love you
I've seen my worried reflection on the walls of your room
Can anybody foretell where are we going?

If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure
If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure
If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure at all

I've seen my worried reflection on the walls of your room
Oh it's sick how your insomnia awakes my sense of drama
The treatment goes slow I envy the saved souls
Can anybody foretell when I'll be saved again?
When I'll be saved again