You thought the fire could protect you from it
  But why have you been so, why have you been ill informed?
  I felt that fire could protect me from everything
  You're just too gullible
    Actually it's darkness, I don't know what I'm scared of
  It's darkness, I must be scared of something
  You must be scared of something, quite quite special
    You shed a shade of shyness
  You shed a shade of shyness
  You shed a shade of shyness
  Why can't you be more cynical?
    I knew the winter could protect me from it
  One box if film won't make it all go cold
  I thought that winter could hide me from everything
  I'm just too gullible, for words
    Actually it's darkness, I don't know what I'm scared of
  It's darkness, I must be scared of something
  You must be scared of something, quite quite special
    You shed a shade of shyness
  You shed a shade of shyness
  You shed a shade of shyness
  Why can't you be more cynical?
    I don't look the same in the photograph
  I need to look the way I did in the photograph
  By mentioning places it will all become clear
  If we speak the same language, you're a deeper darker reason...
    You shed a shade of shyness
  You shed a shade of shyness
  You shed a shade of shyness
  Why can't you be more cynical?