Middle of the Night

They’ll come for you in the middle of the night
They way always do
And when they come for you in the middle of the night
Without alarming you

There’s a downward slide on the rug red heat
Your chemical relief
Oh you may be low but nothing here is deep

Rival forces draw their firing line
See me through a pair of pale
Eyes in a half dream all the time
But wait up for the odd machine
To take us all the way ‘round

From a tower so high
To a cold hard land a dreamer wide awake
Holding out for the one who will take her hand
A critical mistake
And when they come for you in the middle of the night
You’ll rage and reverie
Oh, you may be low but nothing here’s deep

Rival forces draw their firing line
See me through a pair of pale
Eyes in a half dream all the time
But wait up for the odd machine
To take us all the way ‘round

Rival forces draw their firing line
See me through a pair of pale
Eyes in a half dream all the time
But wait up for the odd machine
To take us all the way ‘round