Fin

When night turns black and day turns bright
We find ourselves in general sight
We hide the flaws we claim to like
We shield ourselves beneath the light
As dog returns to soiled ground
So we return to sacred doubts
The world will fold and touch in two
The sky will rip in front of you
God loves his children
When night turns black and day turns grey
We’ll turn and see the mess we made
The moon will cry and beg to stay
Then melt Itself in sullen shame
The dancer dies beneath the night
The father chokes on morning light
The sinner falls onto his face
The black was never here to stay
God loves his children