It comes every evening
After supper´s over
I go out a-wandering through
Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness
Birds fly ´round in circles
And dogs lie ´neath the tree
Where I stumble and lose my place in the
Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness
I just don´t care for the light of day on me
I´d rather stumble around blindly
Sometimes when I´m sleeping
And walking I find myself
Falling out the window into
Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness
I just don´t care for the light of day on me
I´d rather stumble around blindly

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