Are you one of mine who can sleep with one eye open wide?
  Agonizing psychotic solitary hours to decide
  Reaching for the light at the slightest noise from the floor
  Palms of hands perspire heart goes leaping at a knock from the door.
  In the Dead of Night
  In the Dead of Night
  Rich and powerful ascend complicated bends to be free
  To indulge in what they will and jaded thrill or fanstasy
  Shuttered windows that belie all stifled cries from within
  And prying eyes are blind to proceedings of the kind that begin
  In the Dead of Night
  In the Dead of Night