In the Dead of Night

A billion Indians, awake at dawn as I book my flight In the dead of night A thousand hungry dogs, are prowling, searching for a bite In the dead of night A hundred memories, lie undisturbed and out of sight In the dead of night I hear their voices cry, a family of crows who take to flight In the dead of night Wait, can you hear, a distant bell, that's getting near Its, getting loud, and a don't like, the smell of fear In the dead of night In the dead of night Wait, can you hear, a distant bell, that's getting near Its, getting loud, and a don't like, the smell of fear In the dead of night \N In the dead of night A swarm of blinded men, take turns to photograph their bly In the dead of night A flock of wayward sheep, are lost without a route in sight In the dead of night A band of sister pray, for help, against the men they fight In the dead of night One lonely man explains, to me why silence shows what's right In the dead of night Wait, can you hear, a distant bell, that's getting near Its, getting loud, and a don't like, the smell of fear In the dead of night In the dead of night In the dead of night