You Were My Darkness

Get, get, get bound in love!
Down the stuff, making no sound enough
I have to move messages around the drums
I wanna feel both my feet on the ground above
We got a problem, and it's not the hunger
Work the same hours that we stop to slumber
We're done for days off the thunder
Like we're younger, all want the numbers
One, one god for me
We've got too much true love, not belief
It takes three words, and a lot to see
It's not for us to decide. It's the love in the sky. We go-
(It's not for us in the least now)

You were my darkness
You were my darkness

So it's all good when you put it all on me
Don't worry; just put it all on me
It's not a problem if you put it all on me
I'm waiting here for you to put it all on me

Slept in loss just fine when I stepped across the line
And divine blessings botched didn't press my mind
There's less insight when you live life at midnight
Saying all day they fall prey, you kid, right?
No way, but it's okay, I witnessed a life
Given to strife but post-haste was listening right
The cold taste on my lips still lingers
But old waste turned - learn, bring everything first to god

Get bound in love!
Down the stuff, making no sound enough
I have to move messages around the drums
I wanna feel both my feet on the ground above
We got a problem, and it's not the cold
Buy new ice just to chop the gold
Diamond plated diamonds, I rock the mold
And keep my eyes closed when i'm on hot patrol

You were my darkness
You were my darkness

So it's all good when you put it all on me
I don't mind, girl, put it all on me
Don't even think about it, put it all on me
Come on baby, just put it all on me
It's all good when you put it all on me
It's what I'm here for. Put it all on me
I got a dollar if you put it all on me
I really mean it now: put it all on me

Get bound in love!
Down the stuff, making no sound enough
I have to move messages around the drums
I wanna feel both my feet on the ground above
We got a problem, and it's not the hush hush
But what brush flutters on the flush to crush us
The fuss rusts, and the posters bum-rush the chauffeurs
Can i get a holler and a bit lush?