Mourning Cursive - The Dark Closes In

There's a sound of thunder rolling closer and I think to hold you tighter We're sitting inside listening to drops of rain hitting the window pane We're drowning in our drinks And filling our lungs with shotguns It's just you and I here tonight In this cabin by the lake We used to call it a home But it’s now less than a house And less than it never was… The waters edge remains un-fished and the boat is moored in the growing weeds The trees bend in the breeze Playing shadow games with our imagination The stars in the sky sparkle like the beginning A shimmering hope of a lifetime But that was a million light years ago And they're burnt out supernovas now Lightening flashes and our eyes dart to the light hoping to find illumination But the dark closes back in after short glimpses in twilight But the dark closes back in until we're alone in the same room Until the cabin is a ghost… And the water is dried up… The grass turns to death… And the trees fall to the ground… The sky opens up… And the dark closes in… And the dark…… Closes in