Down in the blinding light
It’s gettin cold
I’ve been worn out by the night
But I can’t let go
The sound in my ears exclaim
I’ve been here long
The freedom hard to maintain
I should be gone
Long have I waited here for nothing to come
The sequence of twisted turns
That can’t be undone
The pain you’re in
They’re feeding your kiss
But it’s taking much more than pleasing your needs
Salt water rising
On a beautiful day
The flood only washing the want away
Cool lying in the sun
And you’re still where you’ve begun
Long have I waited here for nothing to come
The sequence of twisted turns that can’t be undone
But you catch yourself trying…
— Candil De La Calle, Apparat, The Devil’s Walk
