Let’s skip the day and herald in the night,
scrub the whole evening too.
Let’s rid the world of morning
and without warning
strike it through and through.
Oh, but let’s make owl hoots
in the jungles of the unfathomable night;
count falling stars in fields of glistening dew;
feel bat-wings flutter round our ears and run away
laughing as we tumble, me and you.
Let us be wide-eyed in moonlight,
glowing inside and outside,
until all lights go out
and all is renewed.
At my table I sit taking hit after hit,
it’s at night I feel closest to you.