I like to sleep in the cold, because the fierce chill of the night wind always reminds me that i’m still alive, i’m still breathing, and things wont always be this easy. It isn’t all dreaming and wishful thinking.
but the street lights will fade and the dawn will break, and I wont need that wind to remind me anymore, because with the rising of the sun our secrets disappear, the things we said are no longer acceptable. The darkness is our secret mask, disguising our true feelings and making them seem real.
Well please promise me this, when the sun comes up, you’ll still think of me and you’ll remember those words we said, but you wont utter a single one outloud, cause these are the secrets the night keeps.
and these are the secrets we’ll never tell.
