My wounded pride Begins to rise Each night You are out of my signt But its for the better Ain't no regrets No feelings left In your life I'm not a priority So let it be Changing direction And sail my boat free So tired of waiting For you just to call My feet seem to ready To finally get me home I take this heart And paint it black Time to rearrange I walked for a while For brighter side But seems like Darkness is to be my bride Her voice is low And sweet to the ear And make all fears Just disappear Her breath sounds heavy Loud but clear Still like a melody to me I start to like The black of night Her cloth is covering My opened wound She promised me A silver moon All shining stars And shadows be A servant at my feet She took the heart Out of my chest And paint it black And paint it black No more colours left No more left
