Coffee stains on my dressnand marks on my handsnits all part of the plan.nlight, light lies in the darknyou're the night and the sparknyeah you keep my head spinning.nbut oh, like a dovenyou just keep coming backnyou poison my brainncause I still feel the same.nAnd it's love that remainsnon the hems of your clothesnand the marks on your skinnit's the razor that wins.