Drape the room in shades of grey

Over pastel greens they are running

Like the ours of the day,

Seemingly they run to nothing



Burn the midnight oil,

Turn the lights down to a whisper

Feeling so alone

Try your hardest not to miss her



The twilights throwing pounding rain,

Let it in, let it in,

Queen of hearts relentless screams,

Let it in, let it in



Defeated hearts always, will end up in flames