What late forgotten night
To emptiness has given
And now November morning
Will be taken asunder
The shovel stained with dirt in the hours of belonging
Dug into the undiscovered
Of a life, a pest, a plague
Falling back into the arms - no, never
Admitting to a life alone - no
There are sparks inside
Outside looking back - no
The lie never stopped
...
Cling to the wave, it cried
And onward to the night
Expecting not and nothing
In the presence of a lie
The deeper that it dug, the more now had to go
Surrender was a fact and the room was decorated
No, no, no - the lie never stopped
What late forgotten night
To emptiness has given
...
The strangers
Oh, may they come
In ignorance's disguise
So in the dark walking
To leave the last of times
Knee-deep in desperation
To fill the gap behind
...
Boldly tread the night forever
November thoughts are right - oh, never
Taken from the fall - no
Frightened by the key, but the trail behind the house
Felt compelling and new - the lie never stopped
Found at loss for words, now words aren't enough
Someone told
A vacancy was open
Someone laughed
The silence here was broken
Dug up to make room
The room which you furnished and graced
There is no vacancy
The least can fill the fountain
The most will flood the mold
What late forgotten night
To emptiness has given
And now November morning
Will be taken asunder
The shovel stained with dirt in the hours of belonging
Dug into the undiscovered
Of a life, a pest, a plague
Falling back into the arms - no, never
Admitting to a life alone - no
There are sparks inside
Outside looking back - no
The lie never stopped
...
Cling to the wave, it cried
And onward to the night
Expecting not and nothing
In the presence of a lie
The deeper that it dug, the more now had to go
Surrender was a fact and the room was decorated
No, no, no - the lie never stopped
What late forgotten night
To emptiness has given
...
The strangers
Oh, may they come
In ignorance's disguise
So in the dark walking
To leave the last of times
Knee-deep in desperation
To fill the gap behind
...
Boldly tread the night forever
November thoughts are right - oh, never
Taken from the fall - no
Frightened by the key, but the trail behind the house
Felt compelling and new - the lie never stopped
Found at loss for words, now words aren't enough
Someone told
A vacancy was open
Someone laughed
The silence here was broken
Dug up to make room
The room which you furnished and graced
There is no vacancy
The least can fill the fountain
The most will flood the mold
What late forgotten night
To emptiness has given
And now November morning
Will be taken asunder
The shovel stained with dirt in the hours of belonging
Dug into the undiscovered
Of a life, a pest, a plague
Falling back into the arms - no, never
Admitting to a life alone - no
There are sparks inside
Outside looking back - no
The lie never stopped
...
Cling to the wave, it cried
And onward to the night
Expecting not and nothing
In the presence of a lie
The deeper that it dug, the more now had to go
Surrender was a fact and the room was decorated
No, no, no - the lie never stopped
What late forgotten night
To emptiness has given
...
The strangers
Oh, may they come
In ignorance's disguise
So in the dark walking
To leave the last of times
Knee-deep in desperation
To fill the gap behind
...
Boldly tread the night forever
November thoughts are right - oh, never
Taken from the fall - no
Frightened by the key, but the trail behind the house
Felt compelling and new - the lie never stopped
Found at loss for words, now words aren't enough
Someone told
A vacancy was open
Someone laughed
The silence here was broken
Dug up to make room
The room which you furnished and graced
There is no vacancy
The least can fill the fountain
The most will flood the mold