Night - Barclay James Harvest

The world outside my window slowly passes by As I gaze on the dim glow of the evening sky

Where every breath that I take becomes a vapour cloud

That wraps itself around me to hide me from the crowd

Then like a wall descending

Night will the day be ending

And it’s if as though by magic

Everything’s become so tragic

Become so tragic

I turn and look behind me and all the crowd have gone

And though they’re all around me I feel I am alone

The sounds of day have vanished and I find in their place

There is an awesome silence, of life there is no trace

Then like a wall descending

Night will the day be ending

And it’s if as though by magic

Everything’s become so tragic

Become so tragic

The world outside my window slowly passes by As I gaze on the dim glow of the evening sky

Where every breath that I take becomes a vapour cloud

That wraps itself around me to hide me from the crowd

Then like a wall descending

Night will the day be ending

And it’s if as though by magic

Everything’s become so tragic

Become so tragic