At that time of the night |
| When streetlights throw crosses through window frames |
| Paranoia roams where the shadows reign |
| Oh, at that time of the night |
At that time of the night |
| Your senses tangled in some new perfume |
| Criticism triggers of a loaded room |
| Oh, at that time of the night |
So if you ask me |
| How do I feel inside |
| I could honestly tell you |
| We've been taken on a very long ride |
| And if my owners let me have some free time some day |
| With all good intention I would probably run away |
| Clutching the short straw |
At that time of the night |
| When questions rally in an open mind |
| Summon all your answers with an ice cubes chime |
| At that time of the night |
At that time of the night |
| Pretend you're off the hook with the telephone |
| Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone |
| Oh, at that time of the night |
So if you ask me |
| Where do I go from here |
| My next destination even isn't really that clear |
| So if you join me and get on your knees and prey |
| I'll show you salvation |
| We'll take the alternative way |
| Clutching the short straw |
If I had enough money I'd buy a round for that boy over there |
| A companion in my madness in the mirror the one with the silvery hair |
| And if some kind soul could please pick up my tab |
| And while they're at it if they could pick up my broken heart. |
Warm wet circles |