On nights like these
Darkness is his only friend
So he keeps the lights down low
And he welcomes them in
Spirits from his dreams
Rise and feast like kings
There's more than what there seems
In lonely nights like these
Mysteries of the lonely
On nights like these
He's an architect
Working them with words
That they can't detect
He's become a flea
A lonely dreamer with no country
He feeds until he feels a little spark
Of something
Mysteries of the lonely
On nights like these
Darkness is his only friend
So he keeps the lights down
And tells them come on in
He screams, "My god I've been hurting for awhile
Can't I get a night off?"
"My god I've been hurting for a long time
Can't I take a night off?"
Mysteries of the lonely
Mysteries of the lonely