Holding you close feels like a cut-throat: Losing blood, the weakness of falling in love…
And I was never afraid of the dark Until you. Oh, the weapon you make of my heart… And it’s true, I was never afraid of the dark Until you Oh, the weapon you make of my heart…
Resisting your soul is walking a tightrope. The distant sound of dangerous ground: wolves are calling.
And I was never afraid of the dark, No, I was never afraid until you. Oh, the weapon you make of my heart… And it’s true, I was never afraid of the dark, No, I was never afraid until you. Oh, the weapon you make of my heart…
Love is believing… Love is believing…
And I was never afraid of the dark, No, I was never afraid until you. Oh, the weapon you make of my heart… And it’s true, I was never afraid of the dark, No, I was never afraid until you. Oh, the weapon you make of my heart… The weapon you make of my heart…