Matt Walters - Dark Days

Caroline,
Now my faith is stone blind,
There's not a sign,
In this hollow world of mine

But you're so refined

I don't blame you for leaving me behind

Your French books,
Your pale privileged looks
That schoolgirl stare
All the judgment you impair

We're called upon each day by a sun
We never doubt that it will come
We basked upon it's burning rays
Now I've never seen such dark days

I've got my quips
But you're just prayers upon my lips
That you won't return
With the ashes of others burned
To prove you were right,
that "lust is brave but loves a fight"

We're called upon each day by a sun
We never doubt if it will come
We basked upon its burning rays
Now I've never seen such dark days

Should I relent?
Is it love that we invent?
So we always look back,
On this weathered well worn track

We're called upon each day by a sun
We never doubt if it will come
We basked upon it's burning rays
Now I've never seen such dark days

Such Dark Days