The Dark

My Morning Jacket

Trapped in gasoline
A lizard on a string
No one ever screams any more
It's called the dark
It's not a sunny day for the dark

Let in the dark
Then you you can sleep
And fuck and park
Let in the dark
It's not another day for the dark
Let in the dark
Then you can be bereaved
And pardoned

So tight, I can't breathe
God's 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, don't do a thing for me
I'm happy now, that's how I be
It's called the dark