You thought the fire could protect you from it But why have you been so, why have you been ill informed? I felt that fire could protect me from everything You're just too gullible
Actually it's darkness, I don't know what I'm scared of It's darkness, I must be scared of something You must be scared of something, quite quite special
You shed a shade of shyness You shed a shade of shyness You shed a shade of shyness Why can't you be more cynical?
I knew the winter could protect me from it One box if film won't make it all go cold I thought that winter could hide me from everything I'm just too gullible, for words
Actually it's darkness, I don't know what I'm scared of It's darkness, I must be scared of something You must be scared of something, quite quite special
You shed a shade of shyness You shed a shade of shyness You shed a shade of shyness Why can't you be more cynical?
I don't look the same in the photograph I need to look the way I did in the photograph By mentioning places it will all become clear If we speak the same language, you're a deeper darker reason...
You shed a shade of shyness You shed a shade of shyness You shed a shade of shyness Why can't you be more cynical?
