Muffled horns intoxicate the Feverish tide of the evening, The ebb and flow of dusk scented Lust within the children of night Turning bliss Turning in time to the bass Strumming and the snare rolling Consummate the morning flight of The heart in the summertime
II.
Pull and tug on the mind shadowing The street lights they pace under to Escape the lovely dream serenaded By the blues tune of a loveless Hypnosis - they only know the Misery, misery, misery following The lights of city sights on the lonely Land. Lady Day suffers when morning's Flight is turning.