A driving rain Has washed our van in gloom Once again We've sailed this silver road so long Away from light we squeezed the night For life that it holds We try to steal the thunder's song We're living it We drive along that blade A counterline continuum Describes the life we've made We're living it Inhaling where we are A place where darker dreams are made A world we call Prog Noir I drink the wind, I breathe the rain inside Try to feel Its hunger for the light of day A broken meter throbs beneath my feet And it's real As we navigate this night to play I'm living it I crawl along that blade A counterline continuum Informs the life I've made We're living it Still learning where we are A place where darker dreams are born, A place we call prog noir A place where darker dreams are made A place we call prog noir