Shaking Their Hands
Sprints
3:43The night's dark, the light's alone A subtle spark, sharp like stone The evening hides me, but it doesn't hold me The evening hides me, but it doesn't hold me No, it's cold, no, it's cold to the bone, to the bone No, it's cold, no, it's cold to the bone, to the bone The night envelops, and my cries become embellished I can hear a silence growing strong The night, it's crawling up my back, it's sprawling And I can feel the splinters in my skin The evening hides me, but it doesn't hold me No, the evening hides me, but it doesn't hold me No, it's cold, no, it's cold to the bone, to the bone No, it's cold, no, it's cold to the bone, to the bone The evening hides me, but it doesn't hold me No, the evening hides me, but it doesn't hold me No, it's cold, no, it's cold to the bone, to the bone No, it's cold, no, it's cold to the bone, to the bone The evening hides me, but it doesn't hold me No, the evening hides me, but it doesn't hold me No, it's cold, no, it's cold to the bone, to the bone Oh, it's cold, oh, it's cold to the bone, to the bone