Nocturnal Journal — текст песни (G.B.H.)

Lying on my back, staring up to the sky,
thunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry.
Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet,
and the snail trail of a shooting comet.

Everything I do - it all goes down, it all goes down,
Everything I see - it all goes down, it all goes down ..
.. it all goes down in my nocturnal journal.

Bats are flying high but, the owls don`t give a hoot,
no birds singin`, seems the whole world`s mute.
The slightest noise, echoes through the streets,
slumber-lands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat.

Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time,
explanations don`t contain no reason or rhyme.
The moon stays awake with ease,
bangin` car doors are annoying me.
The rain is coming down, started to lash,
and I`m waiting for the glass to smash.

Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes,
to live by night is a chance I take.
Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light,
banshee screams of another cat fight.