Electric Owls. Darken Me. Zeneszám

all the faces 1, 2, 3
lit by fire from underneath
your hair was tangled in the trees
on the night you darken me

your fingers rose up from the ground
and reached for others in the clouds
cracked their knuckles so damn loud
and on the spot king i was crowned

darken me, now
i've lost assassin's cloud
drift in midnight sea
oh, won't you darken me?

i have tried to be your friend
self respect has worn so thin
and yesterday the joke set in
that you have darkened me again

all the faces 1, 2, 3
lit by fire from underneath
your hair was tangled in the trees
on the night you darken me