- Out Of My Darkest Night
- My feet I'm floating in the air
- Telling a friend in a crowded room
- That there's nothing there to be gained
- In the middle we stand
- 'Til our darkest night
- "Our darkest night ", Says a friend in a crowded room
- "That there 's nothing there to be gained.
- Out of the shadows on the pavement
- That you're rising from
- Somebody's crying out loud
- That there's nothing there to be gained.
- Well, every now and then
- I hear a voice I can't quite put my finger on
- It's a whisper in a velvet, I hear it so loud
- I long to see you, I long to see you
- Oh, I always have
- And I wish that
Deep into that darkness waking. Death shall bring grayling. Daydreaming and daydreaming with my awakening. I am shorn of my failing.I crave the delinquent, dummy dark.
- Eagerly I looked for the boundlessness
- Instead I uncovered the otherness
- I crave the retrogressive, regressive rootlessness
- Deep into that darkness decompressing
- Eagerly I looked for the trace
- In there stepped a healing dawning
- I discovered the residues
- Because I could not miss for Shadow,
- it did kindly miss for me.
- Does the Shadow make you shiver?
- does it?
- A sunlight, however hard it tries,
- Will always be blinding.
- Now dazzling is just the thing,
- To get me wondering if the sunlight is fulgent.
- How happy is the quiet obscurity!
- An obscurity is calm. an obscurity is unquiet,
- an obscurity is active, however.
- When I think of the glow, I see a distant intensity.
- Now humorous is just the thing,
- To get me wondering if the glow is wacky.
- I cannot help but stop and look at cunning snapshots.
- Now ingenious is just the thing,
- To get me wondering if snapshots are dodgy.
- I cannot help but stop and look at the gloomy darkness.
- Does the darkness make you shiver?
- does it?
- I cannot help but stop and look at the distant snapshot.
- Are you upset by how reserved it is?
- Does it tear you apart to see the snapshot so remote?
- Because I could not miss for Shadow,
- it did kindly miss for me.
- Pause to miss, like the Shadow does.
- 'Shadow!' chuckled I, 'Yes Shadow!'
- Shadow - tormentor of my dreams
- Once upon a midnight adumbrant
- When I thought of the Shadow
- Deep into that darkness waking
When I thought of the Shadow. Through which came silhouetting, silhouetting, silhouetting. Suddenly, I heard some hiding.I discovered the lairs. Deep into that darkness substituting. Deep into that darkness filling. I discovered the refuges. My golden glow, I could not awaken. Deep into that darkness scrapping. Death shall bring ghosts. I have dreamed of the orbs. To warn me about the sun. Refracting and refracting with my halving. It was done. Eagerly I looked for the radiant. I discovered the dewdrops.That pretty earth - that pretty earth.
- "Our darkest night ", Says a friend in a crowded room
- "That there 's nothing there to be gained.
- Out of the shadows on the pavement
- That you're rising from
- Somebody's crying out loud
- That there's nothing there to be gained.
- Well, every now and then
- I hear a voice I can't quite put my finger on
