Pressure’s reminding me of the past now
Shaowy figures and doubts
The hour’s too late to have mercy on myself
I’m needing a friend, the play button’s waiting

Longing, I am reaching in the darkness for the light,
Longing, I am reaching for some warmth on a cold winter night”

So many nights, when I lose myself
So many nights on the shelf (x2)

One thought leads to another once the door’s open and [bad word]  they [bad word] in
If I could go back now what are the words I’d choose?
What secrets would I tell, and whose?

Longing, I am reaching in the darkness for the light
Longing, I am reaching for some warmth on a cold winter night
 [bad word] 
So many nights, when I lose myself
So many nights on the shelf (x2)

Vamp:
Call out to my bones and put them back together
Ride it, ride it, ride it, ride it out