In Comes the Night

In comes the night
She’s streaming through your window
Searching with her light
For the head upon your pillow
She is only waiting
For you to let her in your mellow head
Less black than white
More milky grey and fibrous
The mind must be a demon thing
To make you search the past
And the skull is an old thing
Dug up in the dirt in the night
And it’s moonlight who knows you when you’re lonely
And it’s moonlight who knows just where to find me
Up drunk smooth and tight
In your noble degradation
Dreaming through a window
Sifting through aberrations
Romancing the drunken poet
Who sparks your imagination in the night
And it’s moonlight who knows you when you’re lonly
And it’s moonlight who knows just where to find me
Ah, it’s moonlight who knows you whn you’re lonely
Yeah, it’s moonlight who knows just where to find me
In the night