this dark death you haunt while i sleep your breath fills the room with the devil what a yuletide song that we sing for the birth of a baby we revel my skin would turn into a song if i knew you remembered me hearing the choirs and i ve the lord s sixty books up in my room not one word on the page can break the silence but i m not like you do you just need me but i m not like you just say you need me this bright light stay asleep til i wake can you sing me one of the apostles songs what a memory we have til we keep and a dozen memories more added to haunted in a years time i ll confront the image that i keep in a back room locked up in your body and i pray you will say that you made a mistake but if you don t there s plenty i can say yeah if you don t there s plenty i can say i don t just need you you don t just need me i don t just need you just say you need me too