It' s sundown
On that long unending field
The edges burned out
The horizons dark filled
Yeah and then the night, stretches open like
Yeah just like a book, I wish I could write
I reach up and out to fold the corner down
Yeah to mark the page, yeah to mark this ground
I am in a room with, I am in a room with no doors
Yeah I am stretched upon the night, stretched upon the night with no shores

I am rising, I am falling
And I am returning

When I come back
My first thought will be of you
I' ll wanna show you that
I' ll wanna show you that all things are new
I' ll wanna fold it up, I' ll wanna take it down
I' ll wanna find its name, I' ll wanna make the sound
I' ll wanna reach up and out, yeah to mark the page
So when I hold it out, you' ll know the way
But now I am in a room with, I am in a room with no doors
And the night is stretched out over me like a sea with no shores

I am rising, I am falling
And I am, yeah I am returning