Are you one of mine who can sleep with one eye open wide?
Agonizing psychotic solitary hours to
Decide
Reaching for the light at the slightest noise from the floor
Palms of hands perspire
Heart goes leaping at a knock from the door.
In the dead of night
In the dead of night
Rich and powerful ascend complicated bends to be free
To indulge in what they will and
Jaded thrill or fanstasy
Shuttered windows that belie all stifled cries from within
And
Prying eyes are blind to proceedings of the kind that begin
In the dead of night
In the
Dead of night
