Night Work

3AM
Three longs hours past midnight
Grim black skies
Silhouettes with chimneys
Skeletons of the tress
And the ariels of TVs
Well everything goes
And the gold black cars past midnight
Angels in cherry trees
A fallen star in the corner of the street
Secret nobody knows
Cause everybody goes to sleep

Under a delicate ceiling
Under a delicate ceiling
A black blue evening
Night is an ocean
Black whales and sea urchins
Stories I could tell
Things I have seen past midnight
Why else do they round?
For the hours of the duty bound
When the world's asleep

Under a delicate ceiling
Under a delicate ceiling
A black blue evening



Credits
Writer(s): Orlando Thomas Weeks
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