Even in the dark blue light My thoughts still drip in red As this passion is consumed The tides rise ahead
Even in the blackest hours of the night Thereβs a beacon of hope up there Blinking in its yellow glow Something to keep me aware
But some things are not to be heard Or to be seen in the raw daylight I draw no lines between exhaustion and devotion My sins are not so big in the dark
If they keep us enclosed, I won't mind Close, rising, then crashing from hights Cracking walls between realities Cliffs next to the water, breaking outside
I know this is far from love But itβs close enough, somehow If Iβm the fire that burns in red Youβre the fireplace that contains my light