I’m so scared and bored
Is love a waste or horror?
Am I best off killing time?
As you overdose on horoscopes
What pleasure fear can buy
Oh
Somewhere you will see me smiling in the night
Dark night of the soul; I’m coming up cold
Someday you see me smiling in the night
Dark night of the soul; coming up cold

If you leave it won’t make amends for me (woah)
Like you said you wouldn’t fight for me
Woah

In the twisting night my scribbled lines spin handsome little webs
I’m the patron-saint of decisive restraint
But to love is to let go
Oh