When the ringing bell falls deaf, we go look for dark
Where no flag is waving red, we look for dark
Out where there's no whites of eyes, out where there's no stars
Casting far and watching night, we go look for dark

To get da
To get da
To get da
To get free of the feeling

Past the grave and Vicar's House, people packed in bars
All the chaste and junkies raising hands to God
Down the alley, sleeping rough, pressing darkness
To the ground, he cannot touch, we go look for dark

To get free of the feeling
Free of the feeling
Free of the feeling
Free of the feeling

Streetlights and cameras, we're separate and alone
Orphaned and alien down here where stars shine wrong
The book might tell me what to think
but the pulse is what I know
The infant goes right for the drink, my heart beats on its own

Free of the feeling
Free of the feeling
Free of the feeling

Out there is no sky that has been named sky
Opening no heaven that has been named, let it rain
Out there is no river that has been named river
Washing over no sinner that has been named, let it rain
Out there is no tower that has been named closer to God
Watching over no children that have been named lost

I woke the wet moon
I woke the wet moon
I woke the wet moon
I woke the wet moon