In the mercy of the night
when my thoughts match the sky
temptations don't seem so dangerous

I paint dreams
on the blank canvas of my desperation
that draw hope in the shadows

the fever of this madness keeps me warm
on the loneliest of nights

I don't recognize
she who stares back at me from the bottom of this glass
But she isn't me
And for that I am grateful

But there is no rest for the weary

Far too soon
the mercy of the night
gives way to an unforgiving dawn
shining light from which I cannot hide

The sweet dreams of the night
surrender to the harsh and brutal truth of day

I begin anew
with another tequila sunrise