When the wind blows
The mist will fall
Rolling between the tendons of the trees
Even though it's too soon to call
You go searching for the nighttime
When you've become
Saturated with the times that seem to come
There's a taste of darker days
But we're still young
Digitise yourself with iron bones we're strong
When you can't afford to lose
Swallow the pill
Quiet whisper
Listen to the call
Claiming that there is hope in some relief
In the echo we can feel so small
Even though this is the right time
When you've become
Saturated with the times that seem to come
There's a taste of darker days
But we're still young
Digitise yourself with iron bones we're strong
When you can't afford to lose
Swallow the pill
Darker Days
Darker Days
Darker Days
Darker Days
Darker Days
Darker Days
When the wind blows
The mist will fall
Rolling between the tendons of the trees
Even though it's too soon to call
You go searching for the nighttime