Said you were picking up the late shift
Said you didn't mind the night time
Said those quiet streets are all haunted
Always a ghost for a best friend,
And someday you're gonna win.
You sit there staring out your window
As though you've started into its eyes.
And in the distance stands a figure,
A cigarette is candlelight.
In the beauty of the night.
The beauty of the night
Enfolds a blanket of black sky
The warmth of everything that shines
In the beauty of the night.
A cup of coffee on the way home,
A little shop full of those ghosts
The cups and saucers there make music.
Spirits pressed into the grounds,
In the beauty of the night . . .
The beauty of the night,
When your ideas come alive,
Every dream you'll ever try
Every light you'll ever shine
It's in the beauty of the night.
You've spent half of your life,
In the sleepwalking daze of her eyes.
Feeling half alive, mostly
Wishing the sun wouldn't shine.
Here comes the night.
Play the role of invisible man.
A heart can hide . . .
In the beauty of the night.