nightly sky, dream beneath the twilight sky
the river's dream runs, but soon run dry
we need another nightmare tonight

black flower, dreamt I saw the darkest rose
storming wild the garden but silence as ghost
like a drug she calls to me

then we brought some wine, coffee and pride
we watch the gloom paint the sky grey
while she laugh and dance through the field of grave
as the end of the day, the northern sky burn up some light

and i guess, yes we will be alright