It's coming in when it gets dark It's not the shame, it's not a broken heart It's not a dripping tap in me Why does it bother, why does it bother me? The night was never meant to shine But I keep hanging on to the times we set fire- You won't believe me, I keep this little life of mine You couldn't see me, how do you know what's left behind? It's not that bad, it's not that kind I hardly notice through the day On silent streets I hear it anyway I'd make it stop oh if I could
Its just a feeling, its not the love you took The daytime wasn't made to hide And I keep hanging on to the times we set fire – to the night You won't believe me, I keep this little life of mine You couldn't see me, how do you know what's left behind? It's not that bad, it's not that kind You won't believe me, I keep this little life of mine You couldn't see me, how do you know what's left behind? It's not that bad, it's not that kind