Midnight stretches, slow and deep,
a hollow trunk where shadows weep.
The daylight comes, dull and grey,
today is another purposeless day.
Unshaken by the winds that blow,
just watching empty hours go.
Midnight stretches, slow and deep,
a hollow trunk where shadows weep.
The daylight comes, dull and grey,
today is another purposeless day.
Unshaken by the winds that blow,
just watching empty hours go.