I love the night it hides the tears, the trickling blood I need to shed.
It helps to dull the stinging pain of sunlight. Deep in crimson red,
my weeping wounds are growing, pain is flowing from a scar.
Relief comes as my cheeks grow pale, I knew someday I’d go too far.
You’ll be here in the morning, and I won’t be here to apologize
for all the pain and trouble I’ve left. And only my empty, lightless eyes
will tell the tale of how I cried, of how I fled and I fell from grace.
And though tonight I fear the dark, by dawn death’s peace will fill my face.
It helps to dull the stinging pain of sunlight. Deep in crimson red,
my weeping wounds are growing, pain is flowing from a scar.
Relief comes as my cheeks grow pale, I knew someday I’d go too far.
You’ll be here in the morning, and I won’t be here to apologize
for all the pain and trouble I’ve left. And only my empty, lightless eyes
will tell the tale of how I cried, of how I fled and I fell from grace.
And though tonight I fear the dark, by dawn death’s peace will fill my face.