We faced the night on the backs of our bikes
The pavement reflected the stars
A sore sight for eyes, those crickets of light
Our faces burnt black in the dark
We crept from our rooms by the light of the moon
In darkness we strapped on our shoes
As the patches of flame leapt like creatures at play
The sky became battered and bruised
Even in darkness I'm smiling
Cause I know that fear is a good thing
Pain is a novelist waiting for the perfect line
All of the sleepless can find peace
Counting the holes in the ceiling
Depressions that add up to nothing
It only kills time
It only kills time
Night is a cat that resides in the streets
And lights up the dark with its eyes
They glow in the pockets of time's ragged jeans
A shadow in feline disguise
We read the paper in skeptical silence
We only believe what we see
We think that we stand on the shoulders of giants
How can we be so naïve
Even in darkness I'm smiling
Cause I know that fear is a good thing
Pain is a novelist waiting for the perfect line
All of the sleepless can find peace
Counting the holes in the ceiling
Depressions that add up to nothing
It only kills time
It only kills time
All these schemes, I don't understand
All these dreams, they melt in the sand
And every new answer creates newer questions
In every face I see my own reflection
All these schemes, I don't understand
All these dreams, they melt in the sand
And every new answer creates newer questions
In every face I see my own reflection
Even in darkness I'm smiling
Cause I know that fear is a good thing
Pain is a novelist waiting for the perfect line
All of the sleepless can find peace
Counting the holes in the ceiling
Depressions that add up to nothing
It only kills time
It only kills time