It's a slow endless dream
That I can't will away
By a twisting black stream
Weeping willows sway
To this dark murky place
They will bring me and then
They will blank out my face
Making me one of them
I'll be one of the things
That are born to the night
With a tear in their wings
And redemption denied
I'll be silent amongst
Echoes wearing thin
With no air in my lungs
And no warmth on my skin
I will start to forget
Everything in my past
Left with dim silhouettes
Sent unravelling fast
I'll be one of the things
That are born to the night
With a tear in their wings
And redemption denied
In this nameless abyss
In this timeless terrain
Light will shatter to bits
Leaving darkness to reign
Through the tightening space
Of my last prison cell
I'll continue to pace
Till I'm gone from myself
I'll be one of the things
That are born to the night
With a tear in their wings
And redemption denied
I'll be one of the things
That are born to the night
With a tear in their wings
And redemption denied
And weeping willows sway