Midnight is calling,
the stars are all falling,
descending from heaven,
greeting us at eleven,
The moon steals the show,
a disc so radiant, unbeknownst,
the horrors its seen,
the horrors that scream,
in the shadows that surround it,
flanking all around it,
the solitude it feels,
but the silence, it steals,
It will forever be,
so lonely its mean,
forever it gleams,
all night, where it's screams,
are lost to the dark.
Phoebe, oh Phoebe,
you shine like a dream,
Phoebe, oh Phoebe,
how I hate that you scream,
and are hurt,
and no one sees,
Phoebe the sweet.
