Darkeve

On a dark evening, we would watch the stars gently swim

One of us bleeding, it's so easy to cut my skin

Says he's better off when the door's closing and you're holding him

Watch him finish off the gin, heed no signal to begin turning

Cry to the chorus, we will ride into the folding sun

Look at the poor fish, they got something to believe in, hun

Dealing with my shit, I don't wish to be left on my own

Look at the poor kids, they've got something to believe in, son

What I could hardly see

Was underneath my feet, it turned me to stone

Coffee stained and spread into my brain

And it all turned to glitter when I sang at the rain

We'll walk into fire and come dancing on the other side

As we slowly lose our minds