Everyday, I wake up    before the sun comes up   watch the moon, in the sky    I watch you sleeping at my side      and I feel the darkness is inside   and I fear the darkness that's inside         Now the wind, comes again   banging on my window pane   I jump up, push it back   jam a matchbook into the crack         but I feel the coldness is inside   and I fear the coldness that's inside         but you, you could've pulled me tight   you could've stopped the night from crushing in   you could've warmed my soul   you could've kept the cold from rushing in         Comes at last, morning light   illuminates my losing fight   when the ache, grows too much   there is a numbness in my touch       and I feel a deadness is inside   I embrace the deadness that's inside         but you, you could've pulled me tight   you could've stopped the night from crushing in   you could've warmed my soul   you could've kept the cold from rushing in   you could've pulled me tight   you could've stopped the night from crushing me   you could've warmed my soul   you could've kept the cold from rushing in