The Quinces - The Darkest Hour

Oh, I have told you, baby
More than a hundred times
If you don't listen to me
I'll be cold as ice
Going down this road
There's something you might find
The bliss of leaving
All this chaos behind
Oh, I have told you, baby
More than a hundred times
Soon you, you won't be able to
Call yourself mine
I don't know how
I could change your mind
Have we run out of chances
Or out of time
In this life that we're painting
It shouldn't always be raining
But how could I blow the clouds away
If your heart is shut
For what I have to say
Oh, I have told you, baby
More than a hundred times
If you don't listen to me
I'll be good as ice
I don't know how
I could change your mind
Have we run out of chances
Or out of time
In this life that we're painting
It shouldn't always be raining
But how could I blow the clouds away
If your heart is shut
For what I have to say
I still remember the last time
I saw your face
Maybe it's time to erase
The memories from this place
The scent of you in my room
Already faded
How could you let my heart
So jaded
The darkest hour of the night
Is over
The darkest hour of the night
Is over
The darkest hour of the night
Is over
The darkest hour of the night
Is over

Written by:
João Moraes

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