i want you to come in my life
and whisper softly
and you've got to know how i feel
oh it's so hard to hide
even when i write
i want you to turn out the lights
and whisper softly
and you've got to know how it feels
how it trembles inside
and recedes from the light
at the end of the day
it doesn't matter that much
what your parents say
about the magical touch
where can we go?
spent the whole last weekend
with your head in books
but there's a storm outside
and it's passing you by
don't want to know
that the world is full
of petty people who want your time
and they will have it all
if you let them
some kind of nightmare sequence
of pointless actions and wasted lives
and it will drag you in
don't forget it