darkling he waits, he waitsnby the stairs,nto her house -nbut he wont go in therenin drowsy woodland where there is no lightnand a pale moon waiting over darkling sightsnnthe day was dim, was dimnlike the sun had setnbut white blankets helped him to forgetnthe bags in the bathroom, the lies that were saidnbut he'll never forget the black on the bednnand there's no lightnthere's no lightndarkling nightnthere is no lightnntime to pray, to prayndissolve his sinsnabsolve his fever, lord rescue himnfrom ancient ruins the darkling bringnhere in the woodland where the darkling birds singnnthere is no lightnthere is no lightndarkling nightnthere is no lightnndarkling he waits