The Small Hours

Look out at the darkness, and you will see
Just call my name and I'll be there.

You cannot touch me, 
you would not dare;
I am the chill that's in the air.


-And I try to get through you, in my own special way,
as the barriers crumble at the end of the day-

   

Dark rivers are flowing back into the past,

you are the fish for which I cast.

And I try to get through you, in my own special way,

as the barriers crumble at the end of the day.