The night was young. And your light had only begun. To shine down on me. I've been blind, now I started to see. . I don't have to be right. There's no power in empty passion.
Sun goes down. And I keep coming apart,. I keep falling apart.. . Sun comes up. And I don't know where to start,. I keep falling apart.. . And the whole damn world.
Drawn to the violence of change. Charmed by the sentimental brave. I hear the door slam I look the other way. I hate the small talk and the empty days.