Lying on my back, staring up to the sky,
thunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry
Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet,
and the snail trail of a shooting comet

Everything I do - it all goes down, it all goes down,
Everything I see - it all goes down, it all goes down
it all goes down in my nocturnal journal

Bats are flying high but, the owls don't give a hoot,
no birds singin', seems the whole world's mute
The slightest noise, echoes through the streets,
slumber-lands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat

Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time,
explanations don't contain no reason or rhyme
The moon stays awake with ease,
bangin' car doors are annoying me
The rain is coming down, started to lash,
and I'm waiting for the glass to smash

Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes,
to live by night is a chance I take
Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light,
banshee screams of another cat fight