cos the darkness is creepin in
the dusk oh - it ever hedges in
keep up your head
dont tire now child
now that life has gotten real
cos what we own is what we steal
following the dusk the weight rubs your shoulders
they're raw and broken but
it's your weight and with time you'll love it
it's your burden and you'll learn to lug it
so keep your sleeves
cos your black hour is here
and creepin in to everything you own
everything you've been
keep your feet to the road
despite the weight of this load
every penny spent is surely not every penny owed
keep moving on you got a long way still to go
just as your giving up - that's when the wind will start to blow
so hold onto your grace
it's all that's keeping you around
stop your weeping child
cos no one else can hear a sound
