Oh the jumble of the daytime is breaking once again:
And I can’t help but wonder why the light is not my friend
Captivated by the darkness, and to me it’s clearly shown
Sprits dwell around me, I know I’m not alone
In the utter stillness, the melodies are close
Madness is the daytime, it makes me so morose
Twilight is so lovely, midnight is so dear
I perceive it clearly, time is resting easy here
But I gaze upon the curtain & the light is breaking down
And confusion of the daytime is such a grisly sound
Some believe I’m wicked, and surely they are wrong
Can’t you feel the power in the body of this song?
You may think I’m crazy, but I don’t think your right
Excuse me form daytime, I celebrate the night . . . .