There’s always a little bit of dawn on the other side of night
And the pleasure we feel coming on, is just pain deep inside
It’s a double edged razor, when the two worlds collide.
There’s always a little bit of wrong on the other side of right
And we become blinded and drawn, like a moth to the light.
It’s a desert oasis, a shadowbox fight
There’s always a little bit of wrong on the other side of right.
Even the most beautiful souls bury something inside
And all of the secrets untold, become scars that we hide
Flirting with danger Dancing with lies
Even the most beautiful souls bury something inside.