Gabin

Pressure’s reminding me of the past now
Shaowy figures and doubts
The hour’s too late to have mercy on myself
I’m needing a friend, the play button’s waiting
Longing, I am reaching in the darkness for the light,
Longing, I am reaching for some warmth on a cold winter night”
So many nights, when I lose myself
So many nights on the shelf (x2)
One thought leads to another once the door’s open and
Unwelcome, they come rushing in
If I could go back now what are the words I’d choose?