A driving rain
Has washed our van in gloom
Once again
We've sailed this silver road so long
Away from light we squeezed the night
For life that it holds
We try to steal the thunder's song
We're living it
We drive along that blade
A counterline continuum
Describes the life we've made
We're living it
Inhaling where we are
A place where darker dreams are made
A world we call Prog Noir
I drink the wind, I breathe the rain inside
Try to feel
Its hunger for the light of day
A broken meter throbs beneath my feet
And it's real
As we navigate this night to play
I'm living it
I crawl along that blade
A counterline continuum
Informs the life I've made
We're living it
Still learning where we are
A place where darker dreams are born,
A place we call prog noir
A place where darker dreams are made
A place we call prog noir
