45 Degrees of Dark

1.
A nothing night
Forty-five degrees of dark
My freezing fingers
don't even ask me where I'm walking to

BRIDGE / CHORUS
I don't belong here
You don't belong there
And this chill doesn't belong in the air
I got no feeling left
but who needs feeling since you left
I know, not me

Forty-five degrees of dark
Is all there ever was or ever will be
It's all I can see

2.
Racing time
Want to see which one moves slower
Racing the sunset
Want to see which one sinks lower and colder and...

Bridge/Chorus

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