Nightime, Daytime
Any hour is my time
Space to breath on the edge of the night.
There on a park seat
Looking for the easy meat
Can't seem to say if it's wrong or right.
What can you do (when the)
Worst dreams come true?
And no one listens when you try to speak.
Waking from a nightmare
Shaking 'cause you're dead scared
A peeping tom watching a side show freak.
I see him raise his knife on high
And I know that in the park another girl will die.
at times like these I tell myself.
These are the dangers of strangers.
Night time, fright time
Shadows in the park time
(still they) seek him here and the seek him there
Boy and man, he
Never gave a damn
sought no favours from a helping hand.
And now in my dreams
I see him there
Knife blade shining
In the lamp light's glare
At times like these I tell myself
These are the dangers...(x3)
...of strangers.