Eyes get used to the darkness

Long after the golden winter sunsets fade beyond the dusk

We’d drive this way out of the city and up towards the west

And we’d pull to the side of the road at the top of the hill, kill the lights and keep the engine running

And when our eyes got used to the darkness, we could see the storm coming

It’s not that I believed in what you said but I envied you your faith

Still innocent after all these years, bringing your little fire to the blaze

We all find ways to live with ourselves, to pretend we’re moving on

For if our eyes got used to the darkness, we’d see the damage that we’ve done

Now all is militant beats and tribal flags and everything just for show

When no one listens much to what you say, then all you’re going to say is ‘no’

Paramilitary guards in cheap uniforms, security lights brighter than the sun

For if our eyes got used to the darkness, we’d see the damage that we’ve done

And now the shadows merge and drift apart

On the twisting, turning paths

And all is liquid, no place to fall

There is no edge, just the night singing…

And if we get used to stillness, we’ll feel the air breathing

And if our ears get used to silence, we’ll hear our hearts beating

Come on into the jet black night with all the animals and the rivers running

And when our eyes get used to the darkness, we can see the storm coming

And maybe out beyond the blackest storms, we’ll see the furthest stars