Night People

Night People - Deafheaven

Lyricist：Kerry Dylan McCoy/George Lesage Clarke

Biblical sky speckled with flame

Do you hold your mother's eyes

From wetting the earth

From weeping for those

Who reward fame to absolutes of war

Or for heroic myths

Provided to children

Married into ferocity

They instead witness themselves

And the black sand of your body slipped through

And the black sand of your body slipped through

And the black sand of your body slipped through

And the black sand of your body

I found myself at your side

I found myself at your side

I found myself at your side

I found myself at your side

I found myself at your side

I found myself at your side

I spied along the concrete canvas

A woman her eyes brimming with vacancy

And bear her hugging barbiturates

Her head rolled from faint shoulders

And skipped three times

Each thud sprouting a fountain

Of splashing gold