The Hours of the Night Lyrics

I have secrets they are hidden

The hours of the night

I have pictures they are written

As the moon lays in your eyes

I hold memories they are

All laced like they're

Present with a bow

I could show you

But it's old news

And I'd really

Like to go

In the hours of the night, with my corridors of white

Always pacing forth and back like I'm not in my mind

In the hours of the night, and the stories that I write

So dazed that I'm racing on my back so I can find

The memories I left in the ceiling

The reveries right here that I'm needing

I have something I know you want

It's a puzzle but it's framed

If you crack it then you're culprit

Has no face, the pictures changed

And I know there's many empty

Stolen pieces off the walls

This house once held an Angel

That had sung before The Fall

In the hours of the night, with my corridors of white

I'm always pacing forth and back like I'm not in my mind

In the hours of the night, and the horrors that I Iike

The years I've lived don't

Represent the present I define

With the memories I left in the ceiling

The reveries right here that I'm needing

Now that I've gone, been

Lost again, I'm sifting through

My chapters so paper thin

When the lights on the walls

All glow so dim, it's hard

To depart from what

I've kept in

Hours of the night

In some corridors I'm blind

Always pacing forth and back like I'm not in my mind

In the Hours of the Night

And the faces that I find

With eyes of reminiscent

Pleas that wish I'd realign

With the enemies I left on the ceiling

The reveries I'll bring as I'm leaving