Dappled Cities The Night Is Young At Heart
Would you be open to a night of total chaos
Would you raise your eyebrows like a hazy senator/boss
And make it your home with an array of decorative faults
Or say you’re over negatives and loss
But the day will die, and the night is young at heart
To cross this water, to save your livestock
To marry weather with a sensual discourse
Take aim at the target kinder clones
The day will die, and the night is young at heart
Say that I was the only one to be sober
In a room with the jinx and an idolized lie
And say that your energy was made in a vacuum
With a spiraling fortune screwing your high
And say that we’re made for each other, you’ll fathom
How dark it can get and how wrong you really are
The night is young at heart
