Oh, dark night,
Darker than thee,
Such a dark dark night,
Dark for Halloween,
And the torches,
Torches burning bright,
And Molly doesn't float,
On this dark dark night.
But what is all this liquid,
All inside my brain,
Swooping around like indoor rain,
That evening I was the rocks,
The moon shone right through me,
Lit up the ripples,
In the sea.
Oh, dark night,
Darker than thee,
All cables on the ground,
And children up all night,
Down in the village,
Young girl burning bright,
And no moonlight,
On this dark dark night.
That evening I was the rocks,
The moon shone right through me,
Lit up the ripples in the sea,
But what if all the liquid,
All inside my brain,
Starts leaking out when starts the pain?