Nowheres in the Morning
Where the sun rises over the horizon of nothingness, where the birds don't sing, and the wind doesn't whisper secrets in your ear.
Where the sun rises over the horizon of nothingness, where the birds don't sing, and the wind doesn't whisper secrets in your ear.
Where the stars shine bright, but not bright enough to light the way, where the moon's just a distant memory, and the darkness eats the light.