The ache of the old The shock of the new These are the scary little things Turned me into you I'm sick and tired I must be tired of life itself I feel like a house that no-one's lived in For twelve long years I'm lost and I don't know why If the black mountains can scratch the blue sky You won't reach your hand and touch A man who's scared of the dark The ache of the old The shock of the new These are the scary little things Turned me into you Horse stuck before the cart I am shacked up with this bleeding heart Waiting for someone to come my way And tear my world apart again I'm lost and I don't know why If the black mountains can scratch the blue sky You won't reach your hand and touch A man who's scared of the dark Gently does it Gently does it Gently will have to do Because I can't decide between the sweet and clean And swimming in the deep blue sea I'm lost and I don't know why If the black mountains can scratch the blue sky You won't reach your hand and touch A man who's scared of the dark