You thought the fire could protect you from it

But why have you been so, why have you been ill informed?

I felt that fire could protect me from everything

You're just too gullible

Actually it's darkness, I don't know what I'm scared of

It's darkness, I must be scared of something

You must be scared of something, quite quite special

You shed a shade of shyness

You shed a shade of shyness

You shed a shade of shyness

Why can't you be more cynical?

I knew the winter could protect me from it

One box if film won't make it all go cold

I thought that winter could hide me from everything

I'm just too gullible, for words

Actually it's darkness, I don't know what I'm scared of

It's darkness, I must be scared of something

You must be scared of something, quite quite special

You shed a shade of shyness

You shed a shade of shyness

You shed a shade of shyness

Why can't you be more cynical?

I don't look the same in the photograph

I need to look the way I did in the photograph

By mentioning places it will all become clear

If we speak the same language, you're a deeper darker reason...

You shed a shade of shyness

You shed a shade of shyness

You shed a shade of shyness

Why can't you be more cynical?