Dark Little Hours

I've been searching for a signal

I've been waiting for a sign

I've been hiding in a corner in the basement of my mind

And in those dark little hours you know it don't come easy

I'm tried of counting backwards

And I'm tired of counting sheep

So I'm flicking through the scrapbook of the secrets that I keep

And in those dark little hours you know it don't come easy

I don't know who to be when you're not around

But every time you're near it just makes it harder

I don't know why the world's turning upside down

I'm not equipped to fight now you've stripped my armour