At

la-

st,

when

all

of

the

world

is

as-

leep

You

take

in

the

black-

ness

of

air

The

likes

of

a

dark-

ness

so

deep

That

God

at

the

start

coul-

dn't

bear

And

sit

un-

seen,

with

on-

ly

the

in-

ner

up-

held

Your

refl-

ec-

tion

can't

of-

fer

a

word

To

the

bliss

of

not

kno-

win'

your-

self

With

all

mirr-

or-

in'

gone

from

the

world

Still

the

mi-

nd,

re-

jec-

tin'

this

new

em-

pty

space

Fills

it

with

some-

thin'

or

some-

one

No

clo-

ser

could

I

be

to

God

Or

why

he

would

do

what

he's

done

Bhfui-

lis

so-

ran-

na

sor-

cha

Ach

ta-

gais

'nos

na

hoi-

che

Tri-

na

chei-

le;

Le

chei-

le,

cla-

o-

chlait-

he

Bhfui-

lis

so-

ran-

na

sor-

cha

Ach

ta-

gais

'nos

na

hoi-

che

Is

cla-

o-

ch-

lu

an

ea-

lain

Is

ea-

lain

du-

bh

i

Bhfui-

lis

so-

ran-

na

sor-

cha

Ach

ta-

gais

'nos

na

hoi-

che

Tri-

na

chei-

le;

Le

chei-

le,

cla-

o-

chlait-

he

Bhfui-

lis

so-

ran-

na

sor-

cha

Ach

ta-

gais

'nos

na

hoi-

che

Is

cla-

o-

ch-

lu

an

ea-

lain

Is

ea-

lain

du-

bh

i