The Rushing Dark

When morning took form

As the silhouette of a man

I could not turn my head

I could not stop trembling

I could not stop trembling

I could not stop trembling

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh

Well, they told me when I was young

That the future is paper sky

All the wandering I have done

All my push and pulling

I could not repent enough

I could not repent enough

I could not repent enough

I could not repent enough

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh

When evening plays her hand

Will she find us afraid?

Will she find us trembling?

Will she find us welcoming?

The rushing dark

The rushing dark

The rushing dark

The rushing dark

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh

oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh