Pitch Dark
Abigail Fierce
Pouring rain, loud thunderstorm
Ran fast, struggled through the door
You said: It's really something out there
I gave you a shy smile and brushed the moment away
Like I brushed the rain off my coat
And as I turn to go, you said: Your hair looks good wet
I say: You should see it dry
I looked up and I met your eyes
And the electricity pulsed through the room like the lightning outside
Well, I should've known then by the look in your eyes
It was gonna be a long night
I don't know what makes people fall in love
Well, it seems to be nothing, oddly enough
Maybe it's paying attention to detail
Maybe it's just showing up
Maybe it's whatever starts a spark in the pitch dark
8 PM the smell of the coffee
Never seen the corner shop this busy
I guess everyone's here, 'cause the power's out at home
And I normally wouldn't talk to strangers
But I'm stuck in a booth with you and I don't mind it, kinda like it
I nervously chew on my straw while a guy in the corner plays a song
About a couple who fell in love, unexpectedly
I don't know what makes people fall in love
Well, it seems to be nothing, oddly enough
Maybe it's paying attention to detail
Maybe it's just showing up
Maybe it's whatever starts a spark in the pitch dark
I don't know what makes people fall in love
Well, it seems to be nothing, oddly enough
Maybe it's paying attention to detail
Maybe it's just showing up
Maybe it's whatever starts a spark in the pitch dark
You go to the counter to order another cup
Things are getting to be a little much
So I write my name and number on a napkin and slide it under your drink
And slip out of the side door, back into the rain