Black nights sing a tune, dark as deepest depths...
   twisting like a thing devoid of sleep - making your heart pound,
A creature whistles, the sky swirls...the moon dances its' wicked dance...
   hats on fire, birds of praise - escape the recesses of your mind,
Howling to a sky, dancing across lightning streaked with love - cutting through glass that falls like hail, untouched...
   A sinister melody, curls like smoke - smogging, filling your throat, making you choke,
Alas you see him - dancing upon a streak of sun...his teeth curled into that moon-wide grin,
   Winks he does, then tips his hat, kisses your cheek - laugh at that!
Like a cat he streams past, his fingers like blades - his heart as dust
         and dance he does,
Streaks of light, come home tonight, pound on the door, sweep across the sea...herald he, perhaps says she,
A crooked tune, a crooked man, black and white - who really cares?