Just give me a piece of false hope
to see me through the night;
I'll clasp it close to my heart
to make me feel alright.

I know a little's not enough
to keep a love alive,
when the wind is blowing strong
when the nightmares arrive.

But I know like ice it will melt
gone when the morning comes,
I will face another day
I'll go and face the drums.

I see my life like smoke tendrils,
a wisp and barely there;
the thing that keeps me going
is knowing that you care.

So with that slither of false hope
I'll force myself to wake,
to get up and soldier on
at least for your own sake.