The Dark Songtext
von Pup Xander
The Dark Songtext
The night is full of ghosts
I cannot sleep
They demand a share in me
I am undone
Impossible shadows dance
On the bedroom ceiling
Vapour trails of spirit
Darker than the night they′re in
Little lights of life
Blinking on and off
And on again
Occasionally darting
Turning into comets
Leaving no trace
Of their existence
Seconds afterwards
I know they're still there
Invisible watching me toss
And turn wondering
About the why of things
Especially why
I wonder at all
I touch myself
Wanting to know
What this thing of flesh is for
I ask, a beam of words
Cutting across space
No answer comes
The clock drills into me
With its tock and its tick
His body was once
Next to me, next to me
His breathing a comfort
In, out, in, out
Reminding me
Of the engine of existence
To which we are
All bound
But he′s not here anymore
We are all islands
Trying to bridge
The waters that divide us
Sometimes we think we do
Only to find reflections of self
Not the real me or you
We do not truly see
Our outlook bends backwards
Folding in on itself
Until all we are left holding
Are the tools
We shape our worlds with
Opinions. Theories
I fill my lungs with black air
And I sigh. I sigh. I cry
Oh, how I cry
The room clicks and groans
Does it do the same by day
I cannot sleep
They demand a share in me
I am undone
Impossible shadows dance
On the bedroom ceiling
Vapour trails of spirit
Darker than the night they′re in
Little lights of life
Blinking on and off
And on again
Occasionally darting
Turning into comets
Leaving no trace
Of their existence
Seconds afterwards
I know they're still there
Invisible watching me toss
And turn wondering
About the why of things
Especially why
I wonder at all
I touch myself
Wanting to know
What this thing of flesh is for
I ask, a beam of words
Cutting across space
No answer comes
The clock drills into me
With its tock and its tick
His body was once
Next to me, next to me
His breathing a comfort
In, out, in, out
Reminding me
Of the engine of existence
To which we are
All bound
But he′s not here anymore
We are all islands
Trying to bridge
The waters that divide us
Sometimes we think we do
Only to find reflections of self
Not the real me or you
We do not truly see
Our outlook bends backwards
Folding in on itself
Until all we are left holding
Are the tools
We shape our worlds with
Opinions. Theories
I fill my lungs with black air
And I sigh. I sigh. I cry
Oh, how I cry
The room clicks and groans
Does it do the same by day
Writer(s): Xander Phoenix Hinkinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

