All those metaphors you learn in high school
Dark and light is wrong and right it never made sense to me
You can't see the stars if there's too much light
Ain't nothing like holding you in the middle of the night
After getting burned by the sun in a hard day's work
Baby I'm fine with the dark
Ain't nothing like a blackout in New York City
All those lights just get tired of looking pretty
You can't see the stars if there's too much light
Ain't nothing like holding you in the middle of the night
After getting burned by the sun in a hard day's work
Baby I'm fine with the dark
I tossed my coin in to that wishing well
and jumped right in after it as far as I could tell
That great void was full of infinity
Black as the fear of endless possibilities
Black as the moonless woods of my unsung prayer
Black as the velvet Elvis of my repair
Black as the color of my true love's hair
Yeah well everybody's talking about that great white light they
See in the end if you lived right I don't know about that
But I know what I need
You can't see the stars if there's too much light
Ain't nothing like holding you in the middle of the night
After getting burned by the sun in a hard life's work
Baby I'm fine with the dark
Outro
Baby I'm fine with the dark
Baby I'm fine with the dark