Verse 1

He wakes with a smile at the edge of the bed

Counts every picture and the names in his head

A silver moon flickers in a glass of gin

He hears a locked door asking to let him in

Pre-Chorus

No one knows what the quiet keeps

No one sees what he hides in sleep

Chorus

In the dreams of a madman, the colors run bright

He builds little kingdoms and burns them at night

With a heart made of marble and a hand on the wheel

He laughs when the nightmare starts to feel real

In the dreams of a madman, he never comes down

He wears every secret like a crooked gold crown

If you meet him tomorrow, just look in his eyes

There’s a carnival turning where innocence dies