The Sinking Night
Blackness drips down from both of my handsThe gold in my palm was mistaken for sandCan you feel it?
The blackness it drips down from both of my eyesThe sand that you made has taken my sightI can feel it
Over the windUnder the rainOut of the chaosI can hear your nameThrough the sinking nightOn this sinking nightI see your face(On this sinking night)On this sinking night