Even The Shadows

by David Mac

Every night we drink
Every night we die
But come the morning
We are born again

Hissing and moaning
Thrown back to the world
The daylight will only protect us
For so long

But we know what will happen
We know the night is coming
For us
And we get ready
And we do

The inevitability of the hours
The cruel joke of the sun
And that one more bottle
That one more sip
That taste on our lips

The fire is so beautiful
That even the shadows
Are scared