Texty: Lonely Kings. Crowning Glory. January Nights.

There's sometimes I don't go outside, cause its a mission all its own
I'm afraid to see those other sights and those sights I've seen before
The moments lost, another will arrive
I guess that we will never know
Whatever words were spoken late last night, I can't remember anymore
January nights
We can't burn this constant flame
We can't afford the shame, no feel the heartbreak of desire
You don't understand anymore
January nights
We can't burn this constant flame
We can't afford the shame
No heartbreak of desire you don't understand your games you can't avoid the blame
Wide-awake and soaked in sweat late last night couldn't have well enough alone
I dreamed, I dreamed I was running with a knife
And I kept running, running on understand its part of me