I cannot feel a pulse of life While I am blinded by the Sun. It steals the mystery of night. They want something from me again. The morning drains my life away The light is scorching all inside. I'm waiting for the shelter of the night. Strangers to the day, die deep inside. And we revive, with ease on every night. The day-folk fear the dark inside. They'll never understand the beauty we have found, The endless beauty hidden in the dark.
