Well, this dream, this dream could be the death of me Struggle in these sheets, oh, I feel I can't breathe, oh This smoke fills my head I'm spun over a thread Sideways stuck into your bed, but I'm filled with dread Well, I'm sure it's not what you meant to say But you said it anyway The sweet subtlety of your perfume As it escapes the room It escapes the room And I'm never gonna hear your tones bleed through Already falling in love with the shape of you With the shapе of you And I'm never gonna hear your tonеs bleed through Already falling in love with the shape of you With the shape of you Well, this dream Could be the death of me As I struggle to see what's left of me The colours you left all over the bed They turn me in my grave Oh, and I'm never gonna hear your tones bleed through Already falling in love with the shape of you With the shapе of you Oh, and I'm never gonna hear your tonеs bleed through Already falling in love with the shape of you With the shape of you