so afraid of rejection hide inside ourselves acting like strangers to avoid the pain we collect our phobias our sicknesses feel so good only when we can complain in your arms feels like a better us in your arms in your arms feels like a better us dancing around the fire getting drunk with the night nobody is ever who they seem to be hypnos give us your hand we re so tired of this life need to rest and finally disappear in your arms feels like a better us in your arms in your arms feels like a better us in your arms feels like a better us in your arms in your arms feels like a better us