It's something you say at your peril. It's something you shouldn't contain. It's a truth for the dark and the pillow. Turn out the light and I'll explain. It's the obvious truth of the morning Bitten back as the sun turns to rain, To the rain, to the dark, to the pillow. Turn out the light and I'll explain.

It's what I was hoping to tell you. It's what I was hoping you'd guess. It's what I was hoping you wouldn't guess Or you wouldn't mind. It's a kind Of hopelessness. It's the hope that you hope at your peril. It's the hope that you fear to attain. It's the obvious truth of the evening. Turn out the light and I'll explain.
 
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