Hole Yr Terror Close
One, two, three, four
Here
The future is only so near
Why should we all be alone
Every night on the way home
This time
We should be starting again
Get up, I'm counting to ten
Seeing you comb all your hair
Pretending that no one is there
You know
It can be better than that
But wait until tomorrow morning
Learning to be you is what hurts most
Close your eyes and hold your terror close
Out here
I hear you come in loud and clear
I carried you till it got dark
And then walked you home through the park
You're right
Strangers are easy to like
Thunder and lightning will strike
Make the move, you'll get the knack
Echoes that don't answer back
Just please
Give me a chance to say no
But wait until tomorrow morning
Learning to be you is what hurts most
Close your eyes and hold your terror close