So the Darkness Doesn't See Me

I watch weathered old men in my silent film They're a testament to the magic of life The years stack up aimless and high So the darkness doesn't see me So the darkness doesn't see me A promise to myself I will never keep Salt air licks my lips, we cast our nets The choice to kill what we catch So the darkness doesn't see me So the darkness doesn't see me I guess all artists must feel the same Let the moon shine bright so the darkness doesn't see me again Lazarus all I see is myself As the salt air licks my lips We lower bait and cast our nets So the darkness doesn't see me (I know I can't hide from it) So the darkness doesn't see me (I know I can't hide from it)