Darkest Hour

Last transmission coming through

Static-ridden voices ensue

Bringing to life scenes passing by

On forgotten avenues

Nocturnal state of mind

Reflected on highway lines

Best not to dwell on personal hell

While the path ahead unwinds

So turn up the radio

And let the pale moon glow

Good things never last, left in the past

With nothing else to show

Hold the line here in our darkest hour

Farewell to simpler times for sweetness has turned sour

Steal away to reach another place

Gone from whence we came

Never to pass this way again

Signals beaming white and red

Traces of a dimly dread

Coursing on pavement to escape a fate

Better left unsaid

So let the tires burn

With no motive to discern

Peace yet again, elusivest friend

Hiding at the turn

Hold the line here in our darkest hour

Farewell to simpler times for sweetness has turned sour

Suddenly pulled from the brink of eternity

How it was always meant to be

In a dream running we'll steal away

To reach another place

Gone from whence we came

End and the beginning just the same