Tripped the Light Fantastic

Pitch black under the growing selfishness of devotion Sundown loves to hush frail hearts as they beat Ah-ah alright - I can never fathom the peacefulness which nightfall brings Under this bright moon are the pretty little sparrows on the eaves In - Hindsight oh, the stars they tripped the light fantastic We find ourselves among the vigorous young leaves of your mind Innocence no longer constrained to be the fuel for desire Another sleepless night with our eyes wide, rolling with the tides Haunting whispers are oozing from the walls at midnight Murmurs full of life but they're all resigned to defeat A taste of red, oh, it's purple to the holy - plastic preachers confess their desires Indecision and decisions prevail to be the fruits for their pyres I was thinking that your spiteful side hides behind a vacant smile And I was fated to be faded with you You stutter and you stammer as you're hopelessly entangled in what you create You say, "Oh, what great fiction I'll mould from this terrible fate, now, goodbye"