Lyrics

Sat in front the mirror
Skin that paints a picture of last night
Curtains filter dawn in
Why do I still long, then, for morning light?

Of all the things I’ve come to love, I
Find it hard to brush this off, I
Fear I’ll never hear the truth of that night
And of all the things that you had done
I find it hard to think of one that
Left me feeling you were someone that I knew

Fogging up the glass now
Trace mistakes of past out and let them breathe
And it could be no clearer
That this is not a fear that’s willing to leave

Of all the things I’ve come to love, I
Find it hard to brush this off, I
Fear I’ll never hear the truth of that night
And of all the things that you had done
I find it hard to think of one that
Left me feeling you were someone that I knew

I’m not your enemy