Penumbra - MØL

Bleach

These days

Black to grey

Not guiding me

Extinguish the light

Aimless

Stride

Moonless

Nights

Senseless

Skin

We felt the fall

We felt the winter within

Brightness

Outblown

Eventide

Return

Smother

Your prayers

Despairing light

We felt the wither within

Blackening

The eyes that follow

Wandering

A hand that keeps us

Trembling

The passing light is

Beckoning

Decide

The passing light is

Beckoning

Bleach

These days

Black to grey

Not guiding me

Extinguish the light