Deep night, there's no cover
The moon's finding what the sunlight hides
He's all alone, it's what he's chosen
Cause every person is some clothes removed
He hides away

But there's voices there, they wait patient
They know he's coming home, they know where he lives
They're demon songs, they sing softly
Sweet lullabies in a voice like his
He's swept away

His body's still, but his cells are dancing
His sheets are soaked and his blood's too loud
There's no more blankets -- he blames his body
Like an unplanned baby with endless needs
He burns away

Morning comes, shines through the window
Rays of glory strike an empty bed
But don't look -- you'll get taken
Sometimes paths of truth should be left untread
He's gone away

Copyright 1999. Words and music by Danny Schmidt