To the day in the night
When a heart beats in fright
And you lay down your head
Nuzzle the pillow on your bed
You could, you would...
How you hate this dark
Floods your senses, burns your mark
Those shadows under your eyes
Do they, could they speak of untold lies?
They could, they would...
You speak of lack of sleep
You tell of frightening dreams
A bundle of lies, twisted and tied
To keep the prying fingers away
Not one piece should ever stray
But if it should...

