Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out My name's Blurryface and I care what you think We used to play pretend, give each other different names Saying, "Wake up, you need to make

The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your/my mind The Phantom of the Opera In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find

Inside my/your mind In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The phantom of the opera is there, Inside my mind