Sitting on an old chair in an old room.
sense of your being lifts the moon.
crescent shaped too a full.
the black of night is alight with you.
Harmony at long last i feel i can fix up,
pack up leave the mix up and be away with all riff Raff.
travel too a new day gonna make it pay.
lonely boy out on the continent all alone but i look up and you follow me.
i feel you near tonight your somewhere in my head.
oh thank you Fathers IL make your words shine.
i cant relate, but i can fix up, sit up and give my input.
IL enclose my mind till senses bind keep your spirit locked in.
tonights the night, tonights the night IL make it pay.
