When It's Dark

When the sky is dark
And the wildest wild is sleeping
I move real slow, I move real slow
As I rise and wake under the moon
Using all the breath within me
Speaking words
The shadows understand
And in my hand a seed is blooming
When it's dark

But I am still tender in the spring
With the new grass
Pressed beneath me
With the darkness
Singing me to sleep
As the stars are weeping
Oh, there's always
Hypocrites and thieves
If it's not nailed down
They will take it
Like a wolf in borrowed skin
It's their face
But they don't recognize it
When it's dark