I come alive when I look in your eyes
Im feeling high the temptations not right
But you are not my fear
Tell me how low I should go
Teach me the words that you know
Tell me to look in your eyes
And promise that ill never lie
Fear of the night you tell me don’t hurry
Your brothers alright but your mother she worries
Chilling in the kitchen and cleaning up the dishes
Slaving over pots cause your grannies condition
As nice as a warm summers breeze
Polite like a thank you and please
Devoted your entire live
As long everyone else is fine
Fear of the night you tell me don’t hurry
Your brothers alright but your mother she worries
Chilling in the kitchen and cleaning up the dishes
Slaving over pots cause your grannies condition
Be selfish once
Its not your fault
One out of three
You done the lot
You done the lot on your own
Fear of the night you tell me don’t hurry
Your brothers alright but your mother she worries
Chilling in the kitchen and cleaning up the dishes
Slaving over pots cause your grannies condition
Fear Of The Night was written by Billy Mitchell.