You know it's funny-- our late nights when we're chasing the dawn. I think we're waiting, we're thinking if we can just make it for long enough, a big red sun will clear squinting red eyes. We're staying up for a revelation. The new day will tell us that we were wise for chasing the light. That it's all alright. After all our dark nights. Dancing our feet off for it. Arguing with each other, familiarity breeding contempt, when it's 3 a.m. and we've been together since Friday night dinner. When a demon named Insomnia whispers to keep our eyes open, we do it because we don't want to lose. In the morning, we pray, we'll know what we should do.