We sit on my floor
We listen to tunes
You hate my music, I hate yours too
We're both too polite to say anything at all
Or maybe just terrified
Come here and let me hold your hand
Until you're not afraid of the dark or of me
Or of the world that spins at thousands of miles per hour
I am not afraid of the dark or of you
Or of the world that spins at thousands of miles per hour
The demons you find in the dark hide inside of me
Come here and let me hold your hand
Until you're not afraid of the dark or of me