In the Dark
He walks heels to the ground
He's from, nothing comes easy
Late bars, counting the stars
Dear God, please you to leave me
Hot night, cool by the ice
Want more, but I don't need anything
Too flat, laid on his back
I know there is nothing for me here
And I don't think anyone loves faith
Feels like I don't wanna care
No room to move in the air, air
If I go, if I show
If I spend what you take from me
We could close, no more prose
Would you leave if I asked you to?
Then I go kill the flow
When I cut all your ties with me
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
Hard place, rats and the snakes
He heaves the world on his shoulders
Nice cars, graveyards for bars
Dear Lord, just give up your hold on me
Dead heat, burns on the feet
Bed sheets, ghosts here for bodies
Lights down, quiet for now
I know there is nothing for me here
I don't think anyone loves faith
Feels like I don't wanna care
No room to move in the air, air
If I go, if I show
If I spend what you take from me
We could close, no more prose
Would you leave if I asked you to?
Then I go kill the flow
When I cut all your ties with me
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
Wish I saw the city in the old days
And wish I saw it better than I do
Now I'm moving through it like a salt haze
Gathering the sins that I am due
In the dark
If I go, if I show
If I spend what you take from me
We could close, no more prose
Would you leave if I asked you to?
Then I go kill the flow
When I cut all your ties with me
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
He's from, nothing comes easy
Late bars, counting the stars
Dear God, please you to leave me
Hot night, cool by the ice
Want more, but I don't need anything
Too flat, laid on his back
I know there is nothing for me here
And I don't think anyone loves faith
Feels like I don't wanna care
No room to move in the air, air
If I go, if I show
If I spend what you take from me
We could close, no more prose
Would you leave if I asked you to?
Then I go kill the flow
When I cut all your ties with me
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
Hard place, rats and the snakes
He heaves the world on his shoulders
Nice cars, graveyards for bars
Dear Lord, just give up your hold on me
Dead heat, burns on the feet
Bed sheets, ghosts here for bodies
Lights down, quiet for now
I know there is nothing for me here
I don't think anyone loves faith
Feels like I don't wanna care
No room to move in the air, air
If I go, if I show
If I spend what you take from me
We could close, no more prose
Would you leave if I asked you to?
Then I go kill the flow
When I cut all your ties with me
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
Wish I saw the city in the old days
And wish I saw it better than I do
Now I'm moving through it like a salt haze
Gathering the sins that I am due
In the dark
If I go, if I show
If I spend what you take from me
We could close, no more prose
Would you leave if I asked you to?
Then I go kill the flow
When I cut all your ties with me
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
Credits
Writer(s): Conor Gerard Adams, Laurence Matthew John Kaye, James Vincent Mcmorrow
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