Colhart - The Hours of the Night

I have secrets they are hidden
The hours of the night
I have pictures they are written
As the moon lays in your eyes
I hold memories they are
All laced like they're
Present with a bow
I could show you
But it's old news
And I'd really
Like to go
In the hours of the night, with my corridors of white
Always pacing forth and back like I'm not in my mind
In the hours of the night, and the stories that I write
So dazed that I'm racing on my back so I can find
The memories I left in the ceiling
The reveries right here that I'm needing
I have something I know you want
It's a puzzle but it's framed
If you crack it then you're culprit
Has no face, the pictures changed
And I know there's many empty
Stolen pieces off the walls
This house once held an Angel
That had sung before The Fall
In the hours of the night, with my corridors of white
I'm always pacing forth and back like I'm not in my mind
In the hours of the night, and the horrors that I Iike
The years I've lived don't
Represent the present I define
With the memories I left in the ceiling
The reveries right here that I'm needing
Now that I've gone, been
Lost again, I'm sifting through
My chapters so paper thin
When the lights on the walls
All glow so dim, it's hard
To depart from what
I've kept in
Hours of the night
In some corridors I'm blind
Always pacing forth and back like I'm not in my mind
In the Hours of the Night
And the faces that I find
With eyes of reminiscent
Pleas that wish I'd realign
With the enemies I left on the ceiling
The reveries I'll bring as I'm leaving

Written by:
Peter VanSprange

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