oh night
We are the waiting and the stolen
we are the foreigners the wandering
we are the ghost upon the road, and
we are just listening to the pale night
on the way to God
bones and all
until the weight is gone
oh night
we are the citizens of nowhere
we are the guests in our own homes here
we are the listeners the lonesome
we are the weariest waters
where the waves lie broken now
bones and all
until the weight is gone