Stop it.
The closet
is empty.
Baby go back to bed.
You've been tossing
and turning.
You're learning
the world is inside your head.
You should ask the boss why he made the night time, oh yeah.
'Cause the sun's down doesn't mean it's the right time, oh yeah.
I wonder what it costs to cover such a bright light, oh yeah.
I never understand why he made the night time, oh yeah.
Somehow
I get
the feeling
the bogeyman's on your side.
He's you're other,
you're secret brother,
you're lost twin.
The one you keep locked inside.
Twenty years down I'm still afraid of the night time, oh yeah.
Do I have what it takes to see the end of my life time? Oh yeah.
When I was your age I had the same set of bright eyes, oh yeah.
My questions remain about the heart of the night time, oh yeah.
Like why is it dark outside,
and why does my face look bad
Get me at the edge of the night.
I try to make some sense inside of me
cause I got believe that my lovin' is strong
it can carry along
all the people I meet
who will never belong
to a world that believes
that it's right when I know that it's wrong.
That I'm wrong.
Will I ever come to terms with the love of the night time?
There's so much to learn from the light in my baby's eyes.
There'll come so much sun, I never look on the bright side.
What I wouldn't give just chase one last time.
Just keep looking my way
and I will keep us away
from everything that must stay
in the night time.