written by Fran Healy

 Dear diary
What is wrong with me
'cos I'm fine between the lines

Be not afraid
Help is on its way
sentence suspended in air
Way over there

Dear diary
What else could it be
As nightshade descends like a veil
Under the sail of my heart
Be still
Don't stop until the end

Dear diary
What is wrong with me?
'cos I'm fine between the lines