Flowburn

Six, seven, eight, nine

In case you haven't notice
I'm slowly leaving the abyss
And there's no better way to rephrase this

Your existence is such a bliss
All the scars and the bedsores
I'm now settling the score
Higher now than ever before
There's no point in taking it slow

Turn off the light, and make this right
But not tonight
Turn off the light, and make this right
But not tonight

Turn off the light, and make this right
But not tonight
Turn off the light, and make this right
But not tonight

Turn off the light, and make this right
But not tonight
Turn off the light, and make this right
But not tonight

Turn off the light, and make this right
But not tonight