The Dark - My Morning Jacket
trapped in gasoline, a lizard on a string, no one ever screams any more.
its called THE DARK. its not a sunny day for the dark.
let in the dark, then you you can sleep and f_ck and park.
let in the dark, it's not another day for the dark.
let in the dark, then you can sleep and move and park.
so tight, i can't breathe, gods fingers chokin me,
like a prisoner on his knees,
beggin won't do a thing for me so c'mon (you can't fight it)
people, oh they're my thing these days,
they like to swim, and catch them rays.
MONEY, dont do a thing for me, im happy now, thats how i be.
it's called the dark.