Pitch Black from Synchronicities by Red Violet

Well it’s pitch black and I’m out on the window ledge
Ain’t nobody got a gun to my head
And I see your eyes, callin me from the back of the room
Askin me “what am I to do?”
I’ve got no answer for you baby

But you gotta
Break down and love me
You gotta do, somethin to prove
You didn’t men all those things that you said
And if you, make me believe
That you won’t leave again
How can I say, how can I say
I’m not a foolish man?

You let me talk you down
I let the sounds you make, drown me out
Let your voice become my own
But you won’t last for long
You’re nothin but smoke and you’ll soon be gone
My shadow is pacing the floor
Anticapating the spaces you’ll leave when you go if you don’t

Break down and love me
You gotta do, somethin to prove
You didn’t men all those things that you said
And if you, make me believe
That you won’t leave again
How can I say, how can I say
I’m not a foolish man?

But my love, is, strong

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