III - Listening For Night.

And a big breath
Leaves your bare chest

My ears are piping up against your skin

Giving up, letting go, letting in.

/

And an afterglow, an afterglow
that embers out on the horizon

The drunkards fight for night
And they're bound to win

And as the last traces
Of the mountain silhouette
slides off the rooftops

The drunkards fought for naught
Since they were bound to win.