She brought me speckles of light in her hair
And she made highlighted the best aspects of my mind
Her name is Night and she keeps me awake and aware.
I just can't get enough of her, she's so quiet and kind.

I thought of her as pretty selfish to play with my head like this.
She blames it on my brain hoping I'll dismiss
The awful things she puts me through.
But I fall for it each time we lay.

She so gentle, but sometimes her touch is cold.
She makes her way under my clothes,
Distorted hours, her face is stone
But I welcome it

Her name is Night and she keeps her visits
But she'll leave me breathless when
Day scratches