• It is the night, it is the night,
    That longs and is in love with me
    It is the night, it is the night,
    Hiding things that only some of us see

    I know not where this desire commenced,
    Or where it first originated
    But it must have been long ago
    To be something you've always hated

    Cry out, my sweet, but the new day awaits you
    Beg for your service, she might
    But inside, all of them must hate you
    And again you've forgotten of the night.

    The night, the night, that calms you
    That desires you in every which way
    But yet I wish to ask night personified
    Why it is that Night has betrayed me?

    Because Night has gone and admitted to you
    That you were Night's only lover and companion
    And Night has deserted me, left me here
    To float away in a sea of Night's tears.