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 doors 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 those 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