Hold Yr Terror Close (The Pastels Rework)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Here, the future is only so near

Why should we all be alone

Every night on the way home

This time, we should be starting again

Get up, I'm counting to ten

Seeing you combing your hair

Pretending that no one is there

You know, it can be better than that

But wait until tomorrow morning

Learning to be you is what hurts most

Close your eyes and hold your terror close

Out here, I hear you come in loud and clear

I carried you 'til it got dark

And then walked you home through the park

You're right, strangers are easy to like

Thunder and lightning will strike

Make the move, you'll get the knack

Echoes that don't answer back

Just please, give me a chance to say no

But wait until tomorrow morning

Learning to be you is what hurts most

Close your eyes and hold your terror close