The Dead Of The Night

Silence and spaces I'm too small to fill
Chances I've wasted by standing too still
Wars I've been waging with no one to fight
No one to save from the dead of the night

Fearing this feeling is out of control
Chaos is sweeter than nothing at all

Warnings and changes, alarms in the heart
Progress in danger, the light in the dark
Learning to savor the dark in the light
Feeling my way through the dead of the night

Fearing this feeling is out of control
Chaos is sweeter than nothing at all

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah

Silence and spaces I'm learning to fill
Chances I'm making by standing this still

Fearing this feeling is out of control
Chaos is sweeter than nothing at all
Fearing this feeling is out of control
Chaos is sweeter than nothing at all

Than nothing at all
Than nothing at all