Night TimeThe xx
And I couldn’t spill my heart.
My eyes gleam,
Looking in from the dark.
And I walk out in stormy weather,
Hope my words keep us together.
Steady walking, but bound to trip,
Should release, but just tighten my grip.
I’ve been working on white lies.
So I’ll tell the truth,
I’ll give it up to you.
And when the day comes,
It will have all been fun.
We’ll talk about it soon.