Here Comes the Night
Under the pillow
Across the sea
You will not find me, the enemy

In burning language
On the breeze
The birds are flying
Out of the trees

Oh-oh
Here comes the night
Oh-oh
Here comes the night

Thoughts are tangled
And blurring speech
They say the truth is a fallen dream

But lines are forming
On the beach
The storm is warming
From the sea
Oh-oh
Here comes the night
Oh-oh
Here comes the night
Oh-oh
Here comes the night