The Night

The day is the wife whom I allude
The one to whom I should be right
Although more forwarned by peers and kind
I always give in to the night
Mother always warned me such
“Being a nocturnal soul
besides just being simply strange
spawns from some illness of the mind”

But the night, she calls me
She calls me, she calls me
She calls me
She sways in her velvet dress
And pulls me towards her
In the dark
While the others rest,
While the others rest,
While the others rest.
Heed the call, the time has come
For you children of the night
Gather ’round like suckling dogs
Mother’s come, she is the night
Come with me to the other side
Make the girl in black your bride

‘Cause the night, she calls me
She calls me, she calls me
She calls me
She sways in her velvet dress
And pulls me towards her
In the dark
While the others rest,
While the others rest,
While the others rest.
It still seems very strange to me
That her quiet, lonely streets
Draped in all their mostery
Could be so sweet and comforting.

But the night, she calls me
She calls me, she calls me
She calls me
She sways in her velvet dress
And pulls me towards her
In the dark
While the others rest,
While the others rest,
While the others rest.

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