Late at night
Late at night
I lie awake
in a darkened room
while black phantoms
peer into my gloom
but do you see
what I see
when all ghouls
shut their eyes
and the darkness
comes eerily alive?
Late at night
lonesome wanderers
cross thin shadow lines
while unreal cities
burn in the moonlight
but do you feel
what I feel
when all spooks run wild
and the dead stars
shine ominously bright?
Late at night
spectral lovers stroll
down by the riverside
while their reflections
swim against the tide
but do you dream
what they dream
when love breaks all ties
and all faint hearts roll
like hollow dice?
Late at night
We climb over
abysmal heights
reaching out
for a frightening insight
but do you bleed
like I bleed
when the winds of sorrow
cut like a knife
and the ghost of tomorrow
weaves his uncanny web of life?
