At the soft darkness outside cast a simple glance
Just one look for your mood you enhance
Still awake and busy or more like starting
Because all day you walk around sleeping
But now in the depth of the night
Where almost every soul is tucked in, out of sight
Your music turns back up from its earlier silencing
Your mind now reels and is racing
Who says the night is dead?
Who prefers the bright morning instead?
Who fears its endless jaws?
Who takes apart its beauty and finds flaws?
They are at loss because they have not lived
They expect each aspect to give, give, give
They have yet to be awakened by their own drive
They have yet to catch midnight fever or catch alive
