1. Windows got misted. The lights are growing dim and no move on a whim, All the sashes closed.
Shadows are twisted No hiss of trams a-running and shouting arising from happy toasts.
Chorus. For the night comes down and the spirits show up Laughing and dancing in the air full of the dust of daytime Singing dead songs Knocking at all the doors Jumping between the floors Making the special rules for the hours of the blues, But the morning brings no news.
2. Following day fears An evening coolness came But a shelter to frame Is the one to pray about.
Pursuer nightmares, They pierce holes in dreams, And the rest as it seems Is a proper way out.
Chorus. But the night comes down and the spirits show up Laughing and dancing in the air full of the dust of daytime Singing dead songs Knocking at all the doors Jumping between the floors Coping with all the fuss…
Chorus. But the night comes down and the spirits show up Laughing and dancing in the air full of the dust of daytime Singing dead songs Knocking at all the doors Jumping between the floors Cleansing of all the blame…
3. Windows got misted. The glasses tend to crack Like the prospects to wreck As the leaves to shrivel up.
Shadows are twisted The pictures turning pale And the silence is frail And a breath inclines to stop.
Chorus.
For the night comes down and the spirits show up Laughing and dancing in the air full of the dust of daytime Singing dead songs Knocking at all the doors Jumping between the floors Making the special rules for the hours of the blues, There is nothing left to lose.