Violet Hour

I sit in the darkness of my home
These walls of which confine my soul
I am sheltered from the light
These wounds I bear are benign

There is something so comforting
In the silence, the middle of the night
No remorse, no pain;
Only waves of breath in the sweet moonlight
Nobody calls my name
In the violet hour, I've got no pain

I took refuge in the breeze
When my love became diseased
No sound of footsteps in my mind
No warmth inside, I’m confined

There is something so comforting
In the silence, the middle of the night
No remorse, no pain;
Only waves of breath in the sweet moonlight
Nobody calls my name
In the violet hour, I've got no pain

There is something so comforting
In the silence, the middle of the night
No remorse, no pain;
Only waves of breath in the sweet moonlight
Nobody calls my name
In the violet hour, I've got no pain