- cifra
Someone got themselves a letter
In the mail the other day
It's already worn and tattered
And I guess it gives away
All the things we keep inside
All the things that really matter
The face puts on it's best disguise
And all is well until the heart betrays
She knows as she reads her letter
That things were bound to stray
Winds blow, she pulls her coat tighter
And the letter flies away
With all the things she keeps inside
All the things that really matter
The face puts on it's best disguise
And all is well until the heart betrays
Lord, bring on the night
Wrap it all around me
Let it hold me tight
Soak up all that I bleed
Lord, bring on the night
Wrap it all around me
Let it hold me tight
Soak up all that I bleed
And I'll fly away
Yeah, I'll fly away
Lord, I'll fly away
Watch me
Lord, bring on the night
Wrap it all around me
Let it hold me tight
Soak up all that I bleed
I bleed
