Each Night Is A Thief

THE TIME WAS ALL BLACK,

IN A BED THAT WAS ALL WHITE,

BLACK HAD BEEN THE DAY,

AND BLACK WAS THE MOMENT WHEN WE TOUCHED,

WITH WORDS THAT WE TOOK OUT ON LOAN.

SO LITTLE YOU KNOW,

THAT WE'VE JUST DREAM'T EACH OTHER,

MADE EACH OTHER UP,

WITH OUR FOOLISH DESIRE,

FOR MIRACLES,

WHICH WEREN'T GRANTED TO US.

EACH NIGHT IS A THIEF AND THE KINDEST OF GIVERS,

SO CRAFTY, SO VAST, SO TENDER,

WE'RE LOST IN A HOUSE,THAT BELONGS TO STRANGERS,

AND WE WANT TO GO HOME.

THEN A WAKING UP SONG,

FROM THE DOVES IN THE BACKYARDS,

WHERE A SILVER WINGED FAIRY,

IS SCATTERING DAYLIGHT,

ON THE GROUND,

IN THE LAMPLIGHT THAT'S NOW FADING OUT.

I'LL WATCH YOUR CLOSED EYES,

WHILE SLEEP STILL ELUDES ME,

AND I WONDER WHY,

WE'RE BOTH ACTORS,

ONLY PLAYING A PART,

IN ONE OF THE LAUGHABLE LOVES.