From the recording The Brilliant Nothingness Of Nighttime
there's a village of vampires that sings to me in my sleep. there's a parade at midnight and they're marching down main street. i can hear you yelling as you're running the other way. and i know you think you love me but i think that i'm gonna stay.
'cause i was never good at nothing, never great at anything. stuck inside december always swimming with catastrophe. well we know damn well the sun is never coming up again. yeah the night keeps getting longer but this is the end.
goodbye tomorrow goodbye
another starlit snow falling down another january night calms your oh so tired head aches but the sadness sticks around. and it's too late to start over. and it's too late to turn around.
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