Night Work

3AM Three longs hours past midnight Grim black skies Silhouettes with chimneys Skeletons of the tress And the ariels of TVs Well everything goes And the gold black cars past midnight Angels in cherry trees A fallen star in the corner of the street Secret nobody knows Cause everybody goes to sleep Under a delicate ceiling Under a delicate ceiling A black blue evening Night is an ocean Black whales and sea urchins Stories I could tell Things I have seen past midnight Why else do they round? For the hours of the duty bound When the world's asleep Under a delicate ceiling Under a delicate ceiling A black blue evening