The Night
Album - 1 febbraio 2000 - Debaser id 19186

You're the night, Lilah
A little girl lost in the woods
You're a folktale
The unexplainable
You're a bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you're waiting for me
'Cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

It's too dark to see the landmarks
And I don't want your good luck charms
I hope you're waiting for me
Across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah
You're everything that we can't see
Lilah
You're the possibility

You're the bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me
'Cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

Unknown the unlit world of old
You're the sounds I've never heard before
Off the map where the wild things grow
Another world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone
Driving down the pitch black road
Lilah you're my only home
And I can't make it on my own

You're a bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you're waiting for me
'Cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

Is this the way that you like it?
Is this what you had in mind when you called above to the angels for the six hundred and sixty sixth time?
Hey, what about this? What about this. Shake it.

What do you want and how do you like it? How many times is this the right socket?
What do I wear and what do I say? Please tell me again how we get there.
Please tell me again how we get there.

So many ways to get a lift. So many ways to get your head unzipped.

Too late for anymore questions. The preamble is done. The overture's ended.
The drawbridge is up. Cat's out of the bag and looking for a sofa to scratch.
Looking for a sofa to scratch.

This the way that you like it.
This what you had in mind when you called above to the angels for the six hundred and sixty sixth time.
Hey, what about this? What about this. What about this. Shake it.

So many ways to get a lift. So many ways to get your head unzipped.
So many ways to get a lift. So many ways to get your head unzipped.
So many ways to get a lift. So many ways to get your head unzipped.

(Mark talking backwards for a second)

I remember meeting you, we were super low. Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones.
And I remember being this close, but never alone. You gave me a little something to take home.
I dropped it on the floor. I dropped it on the floor. Dropped it on the floor. I dropped it

If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key. Names hold key.
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key. Names hold key.
Souvenir of nothing.

Brought home a souvenir of nothing. It fits into a pocket.
A souvenir a souvenir of nowhere. Somewhere I've never been before.
I dropped it on the floor. I dropped it on the floor. Dropped it on the floor. I dropped it

If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key. Names hold key.
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key. Names hold key.
A souvenir of nothing. A souvenir of nothing.

I remember meeting you, we were super low. Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones.

First we'll pick Priscilla up. And then we'll stop for Jane.
And Mary Ellen needs a ride. We're going by her place.

We're going to a party. Our friends will all be there.
I got the directions. It's across the river somewhere.

We rang the top floor, bottom buzzer.
Top floor, bottom buzzer. Top floor, bottom buzzer.
The middle won't work. Ring the one under.

Priscilla's in the kitchen she's mixing drinks.
She's mixing one for me I think.
And one for Mary Ellen and one for Jane.
Priscilla, she knows how to use a shaker.
She doesn't get up as early as a baker. Uh huh.

There's a muchacha, teaching me to mambo.
There's my buddy Pete eyeing a bowl of combos.
Ramona and a man do a tango dip. Cheek to cheek, hip to hip, come on.

The window's open it's the heart of the summer.
More people coming looking for the number.
Mary Ellen sees them she has a little stutter. She yells...

T-top floor, b-bottom buzzer. Top floor, bottom buzzer.
Top floor, bottom buzzer. Top floor, bottom buzzer.
The middle won't work. Ring the one under. Come on. Woo.

It was later it was after two.
We found a bottle of good chartreuse.
The lights were green and gold. We played Latin soul.
By the time Priscilla put the Al Green on the bottle was gone.

On the top floor, bottom buzzer.
Top floor, bottom buzzer. Top floor, bottom buzzer.
The middle won't work. Ring the one under. Come on. Woo.

Top floor, bottom buzzer. Top floor, bottom buzzer.
Top floor, bottom buzzer. The middle won't work. Ring the one under. Come on. Woo.

Like a mirror I'm nothing. I'm nothing. I'm nothing till you look at me.
I'm like a mirror. I'm like a mirror. I'm nothing till you look at me.
I'm like a mirror. I'm like a mirror. I'm nothing till you look at me.
I'm like a mirror. I'm like a mirror. I'm nothing till you look at me.
Martha Lee.
Leave your world, come to me. I'm closer to you than I seem.
Wish upon this melody and come to me Martha Lee.

Leave your world and join me soon. Leave your world behind.
You can take the Saturn Line. In no time, no time.

I know a ship that's leaving soon. Oh, in fact this afternoon.
So don't forget your parachute. I'll be there to catch you.

And you my future constellation. Climb up here in the sky with me.
Leave your world and come to me. I'm closer to you than I seem.

Oh, wish upon this melody and come to me. Come to me.
Leave your world and join me soon. Martha Lee. Martha Lee.

I know a ship that's leaving soon. In fact this very afternoon.
So don't forget your parachute and I'll be there to catch you.

I'm like a mirror. I'm like a mirror. I'm nothing till you look at me.
I'm like a mirror. I'm like a mirror. I'm nothing till you look at me.

Hand over hand up the lifeline, luckily the knots stay tight.
Silhouettes of the two of us climbing, climbing up a rope on fire.
Climbing up a rope on fire.

Trapped in a room in a fortress, running outta air to breathe.
Only seconds to go and we'll break free, I didn't think that we would reach.

Only the two of us can disconnect the bomb.
And save ourselves before the oxygen is gone.
I'll call for backup, you start to scream.
It's not the first time we've been in this dream.

She ripped the wings right off my back.
She whispered deep, keep it on the track.
She said you're no angel, no angel anymore.

All the wheels are coming loose. Close-up shot of a burning fuse.
The sky is filled with question marks. Will the chains come apart?
These few seconds that I've left to go. Flames and chaos down below.
And the earth opens wide. Got to climb a rope on fire.

Look at the clock. Look at the clock.
Make it to the car but the car won't start.
Me try to move the car but there's no more time.
We'll have to climb a rope on fire.

Hand over hand up the lifeline, luckily the knots stay tight.
Silhouettes of the two of us climbing, climbing up a rope on fire.
Climbing up a rope on fire. Climbing up a rope on fire.

Only the two of us can disconnect the bomb.
Then save ourselves before the oxygen is gone.
I'll call for backup. You start to scream.
It's not the first time we've been in this dream.

No there's nothing too romantic about the way we met.
That's not to say it doesn't make a certain sense.
Maybe it's just the kind of people that we are.
That's not to say whether it's right or wrong.
It's not right or wrong. It's not right or wrong.

There's no cute story that we tell together.
Laughing and finishing each other's sentences so charmingly.
Truth is it was all an accident.
Just like it is for everybody else.
But then again it was all and accident.
Just like the way it is for everybody else.

Later we had toast, took turns sitting on the windowsill.
Like two fields of wheat, sent signals cross the kitchen sharp and sweet.

There's no cute story about the way we met.
We just woke up one day in bed.

Shouted out for alarm clocks. Where's the remote control?
Put the blankets and the chairs against the windows and doors.
And stayed close together, trying to stay warm, oh.

Now there's nothing too romantic about the way we met.
That's not to say it doesn't make a certain sense.
Maybe it's just the kind of people that we are.
It's gone to far to be right or wrong. Now, now, now, now.

Lazy boys and shy Dianes. One at a time, single file.
They counted the low numbers as they walked by.
I count a high number. A low number. Among the slow numbers.

The number four means nothing to me but the number four means death to Chinese.
Number seven is lucky in Japan. Here we don't give a damn.

But on the elevator, no thirteenth floor.
On the elevator, no thirteenth floor.
Thirteenth going up. Going up... Going up...

Relaxing as I wait in line. Some of the numbers lose their smiles.
Specially the numbers one through nine.
Because they're only seating parties of ten or higher.
For the dancing the question mark sticker and the mermaid kickers.

The number four means nothing to me but the number four means death to Chinese.
Number seven's lucky in Japan. Here we don't give a damn.

But on the elevator, no thirteenth floor.
On the elevator, no thirteenth floor.
Going up... Going up... Going up...