In the Whispering and Withdrawing Hour

In the whispering and withdrawing hour
When the streets go silent and the sentinels sleep
And I like awake turning in my perilous bed
And I think of the stupid things I’ve done in my life
And I hate myself for all the times that I’ve been a jerk
I would have thought that I’d have learned to tell the truth by now
In the whispering and withdrawing hour

In the whispering and withdrawing hour
And I’m wondering if she’s going to stab me in my sleep
Or put poison in my tea at le petit déjeuner
And I have to say I wouldn’t blame her if she tried
And I think of all the consequences if she did
I guess I’d have a lot of unfinished business
In the whispering and withdrawing hour

Turn everything off!
Turn everything off!
Turn everything off!
Turn everything off!

Turn everything off!
Turn everything off!
Turn everything off!
Turn everything off!

In the whispering and withdrawing hour
When I’m trying but I can’t get her out of my head
And I think of how her eyes smiled when she looked at me
And I remember how her breath felt on the nape of my neck
And I wish that I could hold her in my arms again
And I wish that I could hold her in my arms again
In the whispering and withdrawing hour
In the whispering and withdrawing hour
In the whispering and withdrawing hour
In the whispering and withdrawing hour

In the Whispering and Withdrawing Hour

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