Paroles de It is The Skin of Night

It is the skin of night that holds my shallow breath Such an illusion that it lulls my inner sight Is it the call of fear that does entice me Or just the moon that pulls me from myself It is desire that sweeps my hand under a hardened smile And in this moment I could become complete Is it the slowing wheel that makes a hollow grind Or warming memories that keep the shadows sweet A shudder long unfelt comes over me And in this dread I delay once again The shrinking lights they do not linger here