I must admit
The night sky's like a puzzle
And I think that my piece fits
I've gotta say
I just can't imagine
Belonging to the day
But maybe that's okay
There are times when life moves a bit too fast
And it's harder to make moments last
And the days just blur together
It feels like the blur will go on for forever
There are times when food doesn't taste as good
And it's harder to feel understood
And the colors aren't as bright
And the easiest part of the day is the night
When everything is a bit too much
And the world is a bit too bright
There's always the night
There's always the night
There's always the night
When the dark and quiet is not enough
And again you feel alright
There's always the light
There's always the light
There's always the light
I used to hate going to bed
I used to always fight the dread
I wonder what that girl would say
If I told her I'm not sure that I still prefer the day
She'd say, I see hope in your eyes
Do you think hope is fear in disguise
Do you still write lullabies
In your head at night, for the butterflies
She'd say, Do you think you've grown wise
Do you think this is new, are you just full of lies
Do you still write lullabies
In the dead of night, for the butterflies
When everything is a bit too much
And the world is a bit too bright
There's always the night
There's always the night
There's always the night
When the dark and quiet is not enough
And again you feel alright
There's always the light
There's always the light
There's always the light
She'd say, So what it's a demon now
So what that it's blue
Always gotta be something with you
It started with glue
Remember the day, that we used to say
"The glue is what holds you together my dear
Without it you're free but there's also the fear
You'll fall apart quickly and lose everything that you are
The glue's a familiar misery mystery
All that I want is for it to be history but
I don't know how because that's what has got me this far
Cover it with bitter glitter
Dye it colors, don't be a quitter
We'll make something beautiful yet
Out of this sticky mess.
Make a metaphor, if you don't have the words
Turn your feelings into glue or sky or birds
Just follow what makes the most sense
It's as good as any other defense
Nothing feels quite right, nothing lasts too long
But the cycle does give ample inspiration for songs
When everything is a bit too much
And the world is a bit too bright
There's always the night
There's always the night
There's always the night
When the dark and quiet is not enough
And again you feel alright
There's always the light
There's always the light
There's always the light