Текст: Idlewild. Actually It's Darkness.

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?