Living is the aim but livings only the mark
Smoke is from the flame but only comes from the spark
I’m certain that the bite is only worse than the bark
But nonetheless I give a restless cry in the dark
If everybody else is lonely how can I be all alone?
You’ll never love the living if you’re yearning for the dying
I’ll never live a hundred years if I succeed in trying
You’re so dark
Its coming its coming its
You’re so dark
Its coming its coming its
You’re so
Can you smell the flowers?
In the window sill they’re dying in the
Looks like summer showers
Apathetic but I’m prying for the
Question to the answer
And I’m feeling kinda free
I’ll never take a chance because it’s not a certainty
What we’ve won is never over
Heavens living here with me
Funny how it casts a shadow
Funny how it’s hard to see
You’re so dark
Its coming its coming its
You’re so dark
Its coming its coming its
You’re so