When the twilight has come, and stolen the sun from my eyes
The world seems to sleep, as the daylight is swallowed and dies
The land dangles from trees, while a light blowing breeze
Leaves a trace of the morning behind her.
This ghost like illusion, numbs all the nerves in my brain
My heart seems to stop, and wait till it pa**es again
There's a pain in my fist, as it clutches my breath
And I pray for the clean air of morning.
The waves call out help me, the oceans they don't know where to go
s** like a sponge, away from the acres they know
And the bright morning sun, his light almost done,
As yet not quite dead, but still dying.
The twilight like me, is something yet nothing at all
It has nowhere to go, nowhere to stand or to fall
It cannot be seen, it's just something between
The before and whatever comes after.