They Say the Darkest Hour is Right Before the Dawn

Sounds gaping my mind, like a roosters morning cry.
Starting a new, a new Sunday, a new life.
Blue eyed baby tells me to shhh
Listen and speak quickly.

THe ringing remains. A jingle. A call to the wild.
Meet me in the near future? I say yes, it's only natural.
I'll be wearing my felt hat, looking svelte.
Oh, look at the darkness. Oh, look at the darkness trying to derail my mind.

Well I, go in dancing through barb wire placed in darkness.
Till I find the sun sinking as deep as the love gone twice over.
Ain't that something; when you can't feel someone's lips.

Eros, belongs to me in the rain and snow.
Mine, mine, mine.
They don't know. But, I got everything, I'm an artist. There's no looking back.