Darkling Days 歌词

The beautiful is not chosen. The chosen becomes beautiful. The beautiful is not chosen. The chosen becomes beautiful. Please do not forsake me now, Sparkling gone With darkling says I drift at times I know it's true But I always drift on back to you. The beautiful is not chosen. The chosen becomes beautiful. I have never tired of Manna falling from above When conscious thought Meets careless heart And two lost souls find one fresh start. Lie me upon the earth Feel it's curve beneath our spines, Soon we'll follow it around, One lost soul Finally found. The beautiful is not chosen. The chosen becomes beautiful. These are known as darkling days Rhyming schemes gone askew Crackling gifts of light and air, Exploding words, Ours to share. The beautiful is not chosen. The chosen becomes beautiful.