Oh the evening descends and concealsnAnd reveals shadowsnAh sorrow grows best here, you know?nAnd I don't think you care at allnI kiss the wall now, give a dark look....keep blinkinnOh though it's dark out your eyes are deceivingnI saw a flashlight turn on in the eveningnSo you can see in the nightnBut I don't understandnSo lead us through suffering and thornnA calm without form descends and concealsnAnd veils our sightnnWell I open my eyes in the nightnAnd I search for my hand in the darknAnd I can't see a thing at allnAnd I don't think you even carenAnd I don't think you even carenOff the evening descendsnAnd I don't think you even care