Paroles de Split Part 1

In the dying embers of a burnt-out day, When morning seems a thousand hours away, Dark prevails and the light gives up the fight to stay. The blackness thickens and surrounds, Masking all but distant sounds, I seek for thought to occupy still conscious mind. SOLO As calm and peace surround my bed, I feel that sleep is not far ahead, But in place of slumber comes a bolt of fear instead. SOLO