The turning from light to shadow, from burning to indifference,
The turning of heart to granite, of steel hopes to molten fear.

Oh, and when it turns on me, don't let it turn me,
And when it turns on me, don't let it turn me,
And when it turns on me, don't let it turn me,
And when it turns on me, don't...

The turning of admiration to obsession, of caring to control,
The turning of shouts to whispers, of warm and full to grey and hollow.

And when it turns on me, don't let it turn me,
And when it turns on me, don't let it turn me,
And when it turns on me, don't let it turn me,
And when it turns on me...

And when it turns on me, don't let it turn me,
And when it turns on me, don't let it turn me,
When it turns on me, don't...don't let it.