Through the hollows, into the grey
Across the rolling hills of pain
Run all night till the darkest day.
When shadows behind the mists play
Charge forward to the silent rain
Through the hollows, into the grey.
As our memories fade away
But the signs in the sky remain
Run all night till the darkest day.
As the leaves in the forest sway
Doubt the trees and keep on running
Through the hollows, into the grey.
When the road breaks along the way
As the shadows come forth crawling
Run all night till the darkest day.
When the time comes for us to play
As they come to where we're hiding
Through the hollows, into the grey
Run all night till the darkest day.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
Through the hollows, into the grey
Across the rolling hills of pain
Run all night till the darkest day.
When shadows behind the mists play
Charge forward to the silent rain
Through the hollows, into the grey.
As our memories fade away
But the signs in the sky remain
Run all night till the darkest day.
As the leaves in the forest sway
Doubt the trees and keep on running
Through the hollows, into the grey.
When the road breaks along the way
As the shadows come forth crawling
Run all night till the darkest day.
When the time comes for us to play
As they come to where we're hiding
Through the hollows, into the grey
Run all night till the darkest day.
Written
05 November 2018
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