It is midnight
No magical bewitching hour for me
I know only that I am here waiting
Remembering that once as a child
I walked two miles in my sleep
Did I know then where I was going?
Traveling, I am always traveling
I want to tell you about me
About nights on a brown couch
When I wrapped my bones in lint and refused to move
No one touches me anymore
Father, do not send me out among strangers
You, you, black man, stretching
scraping the mold from your body
Here is my hand
I am not afraid of the night

Hey-hey
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Do-do
Do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do

Nothing will keep us young, you know
Not young men or women
Who spend their youth on cool playing sounds
We are what we are
What we never think we are
No more wild geographies of the flesh
Echoes that we move in tune to, slower smells
It is a hard thing to admit, that sometimes, after midnight
I am tired of it all

She's so sweet, he's so cruel (Do a little, do a little)
She's so mean, he's so cool (Do a little, do a little)
She's so sweet, he's so cruel (Do a little, do a little)
She's so mean, he's so cool (Do a little, do a little)
He's so rude (Do a little, do a little)
He's so sweet, she's so cool (Do a little, do a little)
He's so mean, she's so rude (Do a little, do a little)
He's so rude, she's so mean (Do a little, do a little)
But I know you don't want to be
She's so cool (Do a little, do a little)

When my plans are complete
the boys will blast the walls down trying to get in here
I can see it all now