Robert - Dark Dark Dark

Now its getting late oh

Your shoulders are moving, oh

And tell me where you’re going, oh

Tell me where you’re going, oh

Step foot out of this lonely house

You don’t have to turn around, no

But tell me where you’re going, oh

Tell me where you’re going, oh

Oh

Robert keep your hands dry

Robert keep your hands out of sight

Now its getting late, oh

I can see straight through your skin

To your bones

And I know where you’re going, oh

I know where you’re going, oh

Oh

Robert keep your hands dry

Robert keep your hands out of sight

Robert keep your hands dry

Robert keep your hands out of sight