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