If you're out in the salty air,
you must be aware
of the song in the wind.
In a place between the waves
kept inside a cave
in the salty sea
But it chills to the bone
it cuts it wipes it crawls
it cleans, we know.
But oh no
tonight's the night's shy boy
oh stand alone in the quiet clear in the twilight
of the morn.
But as the children grow,
the mothers know.
The beings fill their little sculls
They said they were the darkness
and they were here to finish us
in sorrow I'll believe.
A whisp, a will,
a cat uphill
why do you thrill me
in the quiet clear in the twilight
of the morn.