Silhouettes on the bedroom wallsMemories of alcohol and countless cigarettesIt’s 3am and he can’t close his eyesWatches traffic passing by and will stay there most of the nightHe’s counting cars by the window againLosing sleep to stop the world from turningI’ve got a feeling that he’s been dreamingThat one day you’re coming homeHe leaves the door unlocked in hopeBecause he’s dreaming that he’s got a feelingSometimes lies keep you aliveHe’ll be waiting every nightHe took the mirrors off the bedroom wallsPainted pictures in the halls because “you’ll come back one day”A broken heart still beats just twice as slowLost the other half 2 months ago, and since he’s never been the sameHe’s counting cars by the window againI’ve got a feeling that he’s been dreamingThat one day you’re coming homeHe leaves the door unlocked in hopesBecause he’s dreaming that he’s got a feelingSometimes lies keep you aliveHe’ll be counting cars tonightThe window broke, the coldness forced its way into his homeHe remembered everything and lost the hope he believed inHe’s a mess in distress, nothings left in his chestClosed his eyes, held his breatheAnd he’s dreaming, forever dreaming that he’d protected her that nightSo if he could turn back time then he’d drive sober and forever hold herNow he watches cars go by and hope one day he’ll see her lights