Sleepoing With The Light On Testo

There's an order to things
There's an order to things
There's an order to things, now that you're gone
If I'm sleeping with the light on
I'll record the false hope
And when the telephone rings out in the night and it's not you
I know it's for a reason, nothing lasts
I know it's for a reason, you come and you go
There's an order to things
There's an order to things
There's an order to things, now that you're gone
And it's hard not being a hero
And it's hard living in between
Here with the light on in the dark