Texty: The Cure. Seventeen Seconds. At Night.

Sunk deep in the night
I sink in the night
Standing alone
Underneath the sky

I feel the chill of ice
On my face
I watch hours go by
The hours go by

You sleep
Sleep in a safe bed
Curled and protected
Protected from sight

Under a safe roof
Deep in your house
Unaware of the changes at night
At night

I hear the darkness breathe
I sense the quiet and despair
Listen to the silence at night
Someone has to be there
Someone has to be there

Someone must be there