The Night
The day is the wife whom I eludeThe one to whom I should be rightAlthough forewarned by peers and kinI always get into the nightMother always warned me suchBeing a nocturnal soulBesides just being simply strangeSpawns from some illness of the mind
'Cause the night, she calls meShe calls meShe calls meShe calls me
She sways in her velvet dressAnd pulls me towards her in the darkWhile the others restWhile the others restWhile the others rest
Heed the call the time has comeFor all you children of the nightGather 'round like suckling dogsMother's come, she is the nightCome with me to the other sideMake the girl in black your bride
'Cause the night, she calls meShe calls meShe calls meShe calls me
She sways in her velvet dressAnd pulls me towards her in the darkWhile the others restWhile the others restWhile the others rest
It just seems very strange to meThat her quiet lonely streetsAnd draped in all her mysteryCould be so sweet and comforting
'Cause the night, she calls meShe calls meShe calls meShe calls me
She sways in her velvet dressAnd pulls me towards her in the darkWhile the others restWhile the others restWhile the others rest