Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Well, the morning is for lovers
The afternoon for picnics in the park
Twilight, it's for poets
But you and me just wait 'til it gets dark
'Cause the nighttime
The nighttime is for fuck-ups
Yeah, the nighttime
The night belongs to us
We bring it all here, from under the temple
We bring it all here, from under the temple
The sunshine is for children
The clouds for seeing images of women
As they're floating by past the window of your building
And everything is just understood, but some folks just got it now
And some folks just got it good
And some folks just got it no good
And the nighttime
The nighttime is for fuck-ups
Yeah, the nighttime
The night belongs to us
We bring it all here, from under the temple
We bring it all here, from under the temple
Oh, only the beginning, and it's the ending, yeah
