Lying on my back, staring up to the sky, thunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry. Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet, and the snail trail of a shooting comet.
Everything I do - it all goes down, it all goes down, Everything I see - it all goes down, it all goes down .. .. it all goes down in my nocturnal journal.
Bats are flying high but, the owls don`t give a hoot, no birds singin`, seems the whole world`s mute. The slightest noise, echoes through the streets, slumber-lands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat.
Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time, explanations don`t contain no reason or rhyme. The moon stays awake with ease, bangin` car doors are annoying me. The rain is coming down, started to lash, and I`m waiting for the glass to smash.
Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes, to live by night is a chance I take. Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light, banshee screams of another cat fight.
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