The Night (Deathrock Version)

The day is the wife whom I elude, the one to whom I should be right.
Although forewarned by peers and kin, I always give into the night.
Mother always warned me such being a nocturnal soul, besides just being simply strange, spawns from some illness of the mind.
But the night, she calls me.
She calls me.
She calls me.
She calls me.
She sways in her velvet dress and pulls me towards her in the dark while the others rest.
While the others rest.
While the others rest.
Heed the call.
The time has come for you children of the night.
Gather 'round like suckling dogs.
Mother's come.
She is the night.
Come with me to the other side.
Make that girl in black your bride.
But the night, she calls me.
She calls me.
She calls me.
She calls me.
She sways in her velvet dress and pulls me towards her in the dark while the others rest.
While the others rest.
While the others rest.
I see the light comin' through the blinds.
I close my eyes.
I could really think it's wrong.
I'm gonna sleep the whole day long.
The sun goes down.
This is my wake up call.
It still seems very strange to me that her quiet, lonely streets draped in all their mystery could be so sweet and comforting.
But the night, she calls me.
She calls me.
She calls me.
She calls me.
She sways in her velvet dress and pulls me towards her in the dark while the others rest.
While the others rest.
While the others rest.