She hears everything;
When it's whispered after dark.
The hours after dark;
The hours before dawn.
Those hours all, belong to her.
Her love is always torture.
For her I can do no right.
I always try to please her.
Tho now I've forgotten why;
I ever tried at all.
I fear so much to love her.
Never quite as if she loves me.
Why fear any of this?
How many times...
I've tried to so hard to forget.
It only brings me back;
To the hours after dark...
To the hours before the dawn.