| Long after the golden winter sunsets fade beyond the dusk
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| We’d drive this way out of the city and up towards the west
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| And we’d pull to the side of the road at the top of the hill, kill the lights
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| and keep the engine running
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| And when our eyes got used to the darkness, we could see the storm coming
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| It’s not that I believed in what you said but I envied you your faith
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| Still innocent after all these years, bringing your little fire to the blaze
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| We all find ways to live with ourselves, to pretend we’re moving on
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| For if our eyes got used to the darkness, we’d see the damage that we’ve done
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| Now all is militant beats and tribal flags and everything just for show
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| When no one listens much to what you say, then all you’re going to say is ‘no'
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| Paramilitary guards in cheap uniforms, security lights brighter than the sun
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| For if our eyes got used to the darkness, we’d see the damage that we’ve done
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| And now the shadows merge and drift apart
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| On the twisting, turning paths
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| And all is liquid, no place to fall
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| There is no edge, just the night singing…
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| And if we get used to stillness, we’ll feel the air breathing
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| And if our ears get used to silence, we’ll hear our hearts beating
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| Come on into the jet black night with all the animals and the rivers running
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| And when our eyes get used to the darkness, we can see the storm coming
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| And maybe out beyond the blackest storms, we’ll see the furthest stars |