Headlights moving in the flood.
Last piece of shine behind the wall.
I can’t see my fingers in the dark
Getting cold the more we climb.
Water down the long black hill.
So much light under my feet.
Can you hear the death of night?
I’m in quiet company.
Headlights moving in the flood.
Last piece of shine behind the wall.
I can’t see my fingers in the dark
Getting cold the more we climb.
Water down the long black hill.
So much light under my feet.
Can you hear the death of night?
I’m in quiet company.
