when morning took form as the silhouette of a man i could not turn my head i could not stop trembling i could not stop trembling i could not stop trembling oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh oooh well they told me when i was young that the future is paper sky all the wandering i have done all my push and pulling i could not repent enough i could not repent enough i could not repent enough i could not repent enough oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh oooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh oooh when evening plays her hand will she find us afraid will she find us trembling will she find us welcoming the rushing dark the rushing dark the rushing dark the rushing dark oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh oooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh oooh