Hope Ripped The Night - Nosfell

Out, in the dark,

grains of sand

turn to hands

to make it float

(what)

the large page

of reasons

that we wrote

to explain why

it doesn’t rain

out in the dark,

grains of sand

quick as eastern winds

make them whirl,

the reasons why

it doesn’t rain

out, in the light

grains of hands

join and dive

and smooth away

hills and peaks

where’s the page?

where’s the page?

where’s the page?

where’s the page?

and will it rain?

Out, in the night

do you breathe

grains of sand?

It makes you feel

dead to real

it makes it burn

every reason why

we’ll all fall

under your reign

Out in the dark your disease is contagious

we’d rather stay locked in our cages during the night