i know the things i say in the night,
intensify in the soft moonlit chill;
i know the things you say in the night,
inspire you with a mean little thrill.
i know the things i do in the night,
sing me sweetly to a cosmic sleep;
i know the things you do in the night,
make you feel like you’re in too deep.
you know i’ve said too much in the night,
prepared a ghost story or two;
you know you’ve said too little in the night,
concocted your lies instead of what is true.
you know i’m mystified by the night,
though i’d rather fall into a dream;
you know you’re chained to the night,
and i won’t ever hear you scream.
we know the things we say in the night,
mean more to one than to the other;
we know the things we say in the night,
cause us both to smile and to suffer.