You feel it way insidenYou feel it when you walk home alone and every night at fivenAnd you don’t want to know the buried secrets I have kept.nThe car pulled out of snownI forced myself to kiss your lips or face the other sidenRefusing empty changenSlowly digging you a grave.nnYou feel it deep insidenYou feel it when you hear this song and when you go to sleepnThe moon is far too brightnAnd you are finally covered in silver and gold.