When did the sky turn black? And when will the light come back? I fought all through the night, oh oh, but I made it alive, the sun is starting to rise, oh oh, these are beautiful times. This fight of my life is so hard, so hard, so hard. But I’m gonna survive, oh oh, these are beautiful times. A bad feeling burned through the ceiling, leaving my healing heart with a new scar. A dead fire rose and rose higher like a vampire up from the graveyard. When did the sky turn black? And when will the light come back? We all suffer, but we recover just to discover life where we all are.