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