An hour before it's dark |
| An hour before it's dark |
| An hour before it's dark |
These are the days that will flash before our eyes at the end |
| These are the moments burned into the sacred places of our hearts |
| Thank you for making me truly, truly alive |
| In a life where luxury was sometimes, to survive |
| Under the weight of lost love, disillusionment and shame |
| You came warm, and loved me like a tropical storm |
| Spiralled me up into the air |