| Lyrics: | Lying on my back, staring up to the sky,
thunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry.
Needle
sharp start like diamonds on velvet,
and the snail trail of a shooting
comet.
Everything I do - it all goes down, it all goes down,
Everything I see - it all
goes down, it all goes down ..
.. it all goes down in my nocturnal journal.
Bats are
flying high but, the owls don't give a hoot,
no birds singin', seems the whole world's
mute.
The slightest noise, echoes through the streets,
slumber-lands bounce, to a tiny
heartbeat.
Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time,
explanations don't
contain no reason or rhyme.
The moon stays awake with ease,
bangin' car doors are annoying
me.
The rain is coming down, started to lash,
and I'm waiting for the glass to
smash.
Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes,
to live by night is a chance I
take.
Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light,
banshee screams of another cat fight. |
