Hope Ripped the Night Lyrics

Out, in the dark,
Grains of sand
Turn to hands
To make it float
(what)
The large page
Of reasons
That we wrote
To explain why
It doesn't rain


Out in the dark,
Grains of sand
Quick as eastern winds
Make them whirl,
The reasons why
It doesn't rain

Out, in the light
Grains of hands
Join and dive
And smooth away
Hills and peaks
Where's the page?
Where's the page?
Where's the page?
Where's the page?
And will it rain?

Out, in the night
Do you breathe
Grains of sand?
It makes you feel
Dead to real
It makes it burn
Every reason why
We'll all fall
Under your reign

Out in the dark your disease is contagious
We'd rather stay locked in our cages during the night