Elliot Pullen - The Dark Thing lyrics

Sat down staying up at the kitchen table Thinkin' 'bout every friend lost and unable To see anything else quite like the average man does Writin' down the names of every one of 'em lost With a drag of cigarette and i's dotted t's crossed Were stuck staying up till noon the next day Ooooh the snows fallin' real hard now Leftover tastes in our mouths are foul Leanin' against each other in the soft light anyhow Write down your fears on a piecе of poster paper On a Thursday afternoon till thе lines are all blurred Cover them up with the stars in your life then move on with your day Stare into the mirror expecting something new Standing straight and leaning over till your mind is confused Fall down on the floor shed tears on the bathmat then go back inside