• Now it's become black,
    Inside this white fading fine print,
    Turn around and walk ,
    For the fear you might look back,

    Let's go my tired soldier,
    We've been to your hell and home,
    We'll stand proud before,
    Whispers of how wrong they are,

    If you'll take my hand,
    Running through this cold place,
    Laughing, for the things,
    At this misery we've become,

    We've been here before,
    How long ago, I just don't know,
    Expecting the worse of,
    The tricks of being self-conscious,

    Saw you on the train,
    As you pulled into the old station,
    You look worn down, sad,
    What did they do to you there alone,

    Morning will greet us,
    With a smile on her gentle face,
    But darkness will stifle,
    Our joy, and our fragile jubilee,

    Mailboxes shout out loud,
    I'm breathing in the scent of twilight,
    Their angels come to slay,
    My dearest, are we too late to save,

    A silent sea evening,
    A boat to depart from this place,
    Us lovers and seeking,
    We've been lost, now we're found,

    So gentle they're singing,
    Monuments and olden ages shout,
    Typewritters in dust clouds,
    Move the cold lips from their graves,

    I came and I saw again,
    There's joyful children in the street,
    Say something, inspiration,
    Run from creation and touch the dawn,

    Like death in the stars,
    And fall down, next to the horizon,
    The sun will not set again,
    For light can never set the way I do,

    Cry, only once more for,
    The broken memories I won't have,
    Of silence and our sorrow,
    Inside the cold morgue at midnight,

    The silence of offspring,
    And those clouds over our heads,
    Somber darkness will fade,
    From these lives that we've stolen,