The Children Of The Night - Blues Traveler

We climb slowly out from under the rock We were hiding

To greet the sun as it leaves the sky

On the cycle it was riding

And we stand new

Beneath the blanket of stars

So vast it sways our stance

And swaying

We continue to rise

Until it becomes one outright dance

And the moon keeps watch as the howling grows

Into one single petal

From a very different rose

And when we all get lost in

The throbbing throng’s exhaustion

We actually touch those flickering lights

And give them something back

We are in fact the children of the night

A spark of smoke in the air

Commands the revelries as I attend

It says «be not afraid beneath

The heavens for the evening is your friend»

And the moon keeps watch as the howling grows

Into one single petal

From a very different rose

And when we all get lost in

The throbbing throng’s exhaustion

We actually touch those flickering lights

And give them something back

We are in fact the children of the night