Tell me, when does one night end,
And the new day soon begin?
The days and nights are both as dark,
As the most hidden part within.
All is silent in a charcoal sky,
Morning, noon and night.
In a world as dark as this one,
Why do we rely on sight?
If \'seeing is truly believing\' then I pity those who are blind,
Yet you see more with a clouded vision, than those with a clouded mind.
Matchstick trees on charcoal hills,
Wait for the world to turn.
Silhouettes on a charcoal stage,
And now it\'s time to burn.
Fire roars on the horizon,
Sol blazes in all her glory.
Giving a new day its birthright,
Creating a new chapter in Earth\'s great story.
Dancing reflections, upon the brook,
A day of birth, death and mourning.
But the winter nights take day away,
They approach on all sides without warning.
Against the winter, Sol, she fights,
But darkness has her in its sights,
As I say on long, lonely nights,
Last one out... get the lights.