I woke up and he was screaming
I'd left him dreaming
I roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper "If they want you, then they're gonna have to fight me,"
(Oh, fight me)

I woke up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree
With a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee
I woke up it was dark there was no-one in this park at this time, oh why do I keep finding myself here?
Oh, fight me

If I look back and he is screaming,
I'd left him dreaming, the dangers fade,
And I rolled back and shake him tightly,
And scream "if they want him, then they're gonna have to fight me!" (Oh, fight me)

But if I wake up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree
Oh, a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee
I'll roll over and hold him tightly, and scream "If you want him, well you're gonna have to fight me!" (Oh, fight me)

Don't; fight me