It's just this time of night
When all the living
When all my work is done
It's just this kind of day
When all the hours fade
And circle into one

No healing voice
No curve of skin
To warm this empty place
So I
Sink down into the earth
Down into the space

There's something missing

Come the morning
Will I be myself again?
As light is forming
Will I see the image change?
For the moment
Here in the dark
It all comes down
To a simple matter of the heart

There's just this time of life
When all that's certain
Is the company of one
There's just this kind of love
That everybody needs
But never seems to come

Each living soul
Seeks loving hands
To touch the hurt they've seen
And I
Can feel it in my bones
And underneath my skin

There's something missing

Come the morning
Will I be myself again?
As light is forming
Will I see the image change?
For the moment
Here in the dark
It all comes down
To a simple matter of the heart

Come the morning
Will I be myself again?
As light is forming
Will I see the image change?
For the moment
Here in the dark
It all comes down
To a simple matter of my heart

Come the morning
Will I be myself again?
A simple matter of the

As light is forming
Will I see the image change?
Here in the dark
It all comes down
To a simple matter of my heart