I sit there, in the darkness,
At the edge of my lonely bed,
I cry and weep, I write to sleep
About my adventures in the darkness...

Darkness, my only friend,
Accompanying all those who can't
Find a torch and fire to ignite,
Instead, they fuel their need for the light.

I sit in the dark, I stare at the walls
And the limiting ceiling,
I wait for a call, I wait for a sign,
But I'm just dreaming, sadly.

Loneliness, oh loneliness,
Another friend of the darkness,
You granted me freedom and I took the gift,
Immediately sweeping away the lifts.

I wonder about the stars, so bright,
The purpose of hanging there, so high,
The purpose of my breath, so shy,
Wishing to be stolen, dead,
Under the darkness of the light.

Granted, I am taken for granted,
I am still sitting under the darkness,
I am dreaming under the limiting ceiling
Of my bed being forever rented.

My dream destination is the underground,
Ambitions of travelling are dead for now,
I'm yearning for home, I'm yearning for home,
Which is below my feet, underground.

I am sitting in the darkness,
Under the limiting ceiling,
I'm dreaming of my breathlessness,
Which, unfortunately, never swings
By, when I want it to,
I'm aching for release,
But, unluckily, I am here,
Until, one day, I am spiritless
Under the limiting ceiling of the darkness...