Nothing is what it seems to be.

As I fall to sleep,
Will you comfort me?
When my heart is weak,
Will you rescue me?

Will you be there
As I grow cold?
Will you be there when I'm falling down.
Will you be there.

When I'm in retreat,
Can I run to you?
Will my pain release
At your mercy seat.

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