It sits here, the dark anxiety | |
It sits here, now it's waiting | |
Somewhat flippant, somewhat damp, it's mid-day | |
Quite right, you can blame the night when you see it | |
Just like me | |
It sits somewhere, it's sits somewhere far | |
The darkness now sits | |
This is the end | |
you know | |
It sits, the anxious darkness | |
It touches and it turns red | |
Somewhat flippant usual day, and this is the end. |