It looks so pretty as the light fails Late November twilight The day's about to close its shutters On come all the street lights And I feel a little less defined Though the dying light can find me Lost and feeling fragile In the drifting there is beauty I'll be a shadow for a short while Sometimes you need to turn down the glare It looks so pretty as the light fails Faltering, departing Stillness now resides in my sails I'll surrender to the evening The darkness will grow And flow through my veins I'll let it and let go of the reins Let go of the reins Let go of the reins Let go of the reins