Paul Hardiman - The Twilight Hour lyrics

You're laying on your bed And making shadows on the wall It's almost too hot to move Outside your window People are driving home from work For the weekend But you're waiting for the phone to ring You're gonna tell her exactly what you think You practice getting your mouth around the words That explain the way you feel You've been scared to show your real self In case she doesn't like what she sees You've been a prostitute to humility She's invaded your life And you've got to live apart In order to survive You were emotionally independent But starved of affection But now you've been trapped by tenderness And been beaten into submission It's now way past the hour she usually phones You've decided not to tell her your little joke Where could she have got to? Why is she torturing you? You roll on your side And run your fingers through your hair You're scared of losing her And facing yourself A red sky at night may be a shepherds delight But you're cutting chunks from your heart And rubbing the meat into your eyes She can't leave you now You've given up all your friends You're relying on her For your independence She can't leave you here Alone and defenseless You're relying on her For your independence (x2) You're relying on her (xToFade)