It starts when you cross It ends when you fall down No matter how you call it I have just found out ... ... that black is how the light is In the morning silence Blowing in the night and Returning without nothing It starts when you cross It ends when you fall down No matter how you call it I have just found out ... ... that black is how the light is In the morning silence Blowing in the night and Returning without nothing Enjoy your meltdown Whatever it means People are waiting right now For you to come in