Its dark in here
The blinds flap
I turn to the empty room
The flies round the bulb
We burn
I watch the rain
Taste the glass
Cars on the asphalt
We scream
And the night
Turn to dawn
Its dark in here
The blinds flap
I turn to the empty room
The flies round the bulb
We burn
I watch the rain
Taste the glass
Cars on the asphalt
We scream
And the night
Turn to dawn