Pride

It's gone from you, the rain will disappear
Then fade into the beautiful light.
It's hiding from you, the clouds will rise
Then you'll see them not this night.
Everything's much darker with your eyes open.

It's sneaking on you, the sun will fall
Beneath the equatorial darkness.
It's looking at you, the moon is not
succumbed to her usual starkness.
Everything's less blue when you see copen.

It's on top of you, sink beneath your feet
And try to run if you can.
It's now with you, that's your pride
And she's been reopened.