Oh it's one of those nights
all lay silent but
the shadowlands rumble
all the things you've hidden so well
emerge into a fog
carving out the shadow of an old friend
standing in the mirror, staring back
a friend of yours, so close
the silence is the attack
and the memory of those
you've left behind
"i'm sorry, i was blind"
Oh the night time show
it's out of control
and a memory of daylight
reminds you of control
the madness and the power to say no
yes, you can always seize the day
but in the night time play, there is a role
you are to swim
with every silent shark
in a pool of things
that can only glow in the dark
No comments:
Post a Comment