Blind darts

Just about the same old people you love, every night You seem to know exactly when to lose it, while I'm around You will wake up later In the land of maybe All you see around is white You're telling me I have to be colder, but I've had enough Hiding from the son you feel cooler, darts to your heart You will wake up later In the land of maybe All you see around is white And maybe then I'll see the sun go down On your heart