The Sinking Night - AFI

Blackness drips down from both of my hands

The gold in my palm was mistaken for sand

Can you feel it?

The blackness, it drips down from both of my eyes

The sand that you made has taken my sight

I can feel it

Over the wind

Under the rain

Out of the chaos

I can hear your name

Through the sinking night

On this sinking night

I see your face

(On this sinking night)

On this sinking night