The Dead of Night
Is as gloomy as a lonely child’s nightmare
The light that will never come on
The Dead of Night
Is as cold as the room that will never be used
The dust that covered the piano that will never be played again
The Dead of Night
Is as silent as the tear drops falling down her face
The teardrops that will never meet the earth
The Dead of Night
Is as calm as the girl staring out the window
The stars reflecting in her dark desolate eyes
