At night we become aware
that black is the colour of isolation
that silence is the sound of emptiness
and there are no echoes when we call
nothing offered to the dark returns
while light is but a dream of dawn
built on hope from the past
At night we become aware
that black is the colour of isolation
that silence is the sound of emptiness
and there are no echoes when we call
nothing offered to the dark returns
while light is but a dream of dawn
built on hope from the past