The Rushing Dark

When morning took form

As the silhouette of a man

I could not turn my head

I could not stop trembling

I could not stop trembling

I could not stop tremblingOh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, ooh oohWell, they told me when I was young

That the future is paper sky

All the wandering I have done

All my push and pulling

I could not repent enough

I could not repent enough

I could not repent enough

I could not repent enoughOh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, ooh ooh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, ooh oohWhen evening plays her hand

Will she find us afraid?

Will she find us trembling?

Will she find us welcoming?

The rushing dark

The rushing dark

The rushing dark

The rushing darkOh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, ooh ooh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, ooh ooh