The Night

The day is the wife whom I elude The one to whom I should be right Although forewarned by peers and kin I always get into the night Mother always warned me such Being a nocturnal soul Besides just being simply strange Spawns from some illness of the mind 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 all 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's just seems very strange to me Not her quiet, lonely streets And draped in all her mystery Could be so sweet and comforting 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