When the sun will set, I'll prepare,
For the love I shall declare,
Of the night with a million eyes,
That watch as all commotion dies.
But when darkness spreads,
And depression sheds,
I'll lay in the arms of the moon.
Who could never have come too soon.
Into the waves of perfect pleasure,
The night gives beauty beyond measure.
The stars will shine both white and gold.
I've never seen them quite so bold.
They look so delicate, so far away.
You could never witness this during the day.
Darkness cries out in exstacy and sight,
I will greet her every night.