My sin is for all the fear
It always got the better of me
When it’s dark it’s looking brighter
Than the moon of many years
My numb mind, so sore
From all the traction
These wheels yet to turn
I’m crumpled up, forget to burn
A light out there for the seamen
I want to cry out
I want to cry out
But the men, they don’t listen
They just howl endlessly
Into the night time
Awaiting higher returns
The lantern doesn’t burn
The spark just hisses
At the suggestion
I grow withered, I grow tired
Such formidable blues
In the pinks and news
I would reckon it’s sundown
I would reckon it’s sundown.