This night is so dark
or have I gone blind
I falter and fall
left my senses behind
I’m drunk on the spirits
that flow through my mind
This city is covered
in thorn
I stumble through streets
of every light
cast shadows of sin
on this carpet of night
I taste every sample
of tasteless delight
And die wishing I were
not born
I turn into Crescent
And look down the lane
I see many doors
there’s one that looks plain
I fall to my knees
and I wince from the pain
this journey has brought me
I’m torn
I crawl very slowly
up into the moon
Its light is so pleasant
Wish it won’t go soon
I feel so much better
My hope’s in this June
I’m through, now I wait for
the morn