Oh Night Oh Night
I seem down,
I am shy,
so I must be a genius.

I hate this world,
day in day out,
it pokes me in the back,
I hate it because I hate it.

I don’t need friends!
I don’t need them anymore when I’m up there,
from where I’ll point and shout:
“You see! You see! I got out!”

Oh night! Oh night!
The distance between me and the king sinks in the sea every time you appear.
But moons and stars and small yellow windows feel like dreams when the wet sun hurts my eyes.

Oh night!
You’re an American movie with the prettiest actors
and the day seems dark without you.
Oh night!
As you came out of the water in the mind of Thomas More.
The day seems dark without you.
Oh night!
I’m easily spooked, I close my eyes and I see you.