The times when you know which elevator will open,
The moment you can guess what's inside the box
And those days when you know what color he will wear.
Some amusing talent of sort.
You also wish you can read his mind
Or feel what is in his heart
But all you are left with is mist.
So you chose to tap the shadows
Embrace the darkness within.
For a moment you don't feel powerless.
Tempt all danger and pleasures hidden away.
And then let it leave you sore and numb
So you won't wait for the morning
And sleep off all those cravings to know him.