The Dark

He sits alone, the cards are shown as he embraces the dark
Shadows of things that no one can see
Before his eyes, the music dies but he will always hear me

The only sound that he will hear is there in his
Still the fates are weaving
He sits alone, the cards are shown as he embraces the dark
Thought in his heart
They are there for you if you want them to be
Every note that's bleeding

As he sits there seething all alone in the dark
But in the night, the darkness breathes if he wills it to be
But in the night, the darkness breathes if he wills it to be
Before his eyes, the music dies but he will always hear me

Someone is whispering softly to me
Alone in the dark, alone in the
You want them to be, you want them to
Silence is refining every thought in his heart