In Comes the Night - Poi Dog Pondering

In comes the night

She’s streaming through your window

Searching with her light

For the head upon your pillow

She is only waiting

For you to let her in your mellow head

Less black than white

More milky grey and fibrous

The mind must be a demon thing

To make you search the past

And the skull is an old thing

Dug up in the dirt in the night

And it’s moonlight who knows you when you’re lonely

And it’s moonlight who knows just where to find me

Up drunk smooth and tight

In your noble degradation

Dreaming through a window

Sifting through aberrations

Romancing the drunken poet

Who sparks your imagination in the night

And it’s moonlight who knows you when you’re lonly

And it’s moonlight who knows just where to find me

Ah, it’s moonlight who knows you whn you’re lonely

Yeah, it’s moonlight who knows just where to find me

In the night