But the Night

I have always liked the night If there is a way, I would blend in There always is something to hide from light Always a something more then to seem I would run away but I stayed I stayed but didn't know why I couldn't run away Like a past never remembering what I said To a future considering what is to say... Have I stayed too long? Am I too comfortable to feel uncomfortably well? I have settled well but my mind do not belong Simply served was sinful heaven from blissful hell I always know who I am... never who I was I can never believe who I ever once was whence before Whatever the rightful, wrongful moment for the cause The rightful, wrongful moment were lived I hoped as I saw Is there something you'll have hide from light? Isn't there always something than to seem? Tell me... do you like the night? If there is a way... will you want to blend in?