The Forest That Never Sleeps - Coldest Hour

We'll I've been laying here thinking of you
But I don't mind if you're not
Thinking of me, too
The darkest hour is just before dawn
But, in the midnight sun,
The coldest hour is the one we're on
I move my hands; I move your heart
And days go by in a lonesome way
Whenever we're apart
This longing only leaves me feeling rich
'Cause my darling
You're the itch I never knew
And I cannot stop—I cannot stop
Thinking of you
And how we would never make it
How I could never take all the hurt that you'd put me through
The chances you would fathom
Between a pinky and a sore thumb
The chances you would fathom
Between a pinky and a sore thumb

Written by:
Kathryn Moore

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