It is one of those nights

It is one of those nights

When you want to, but you won't sleep
When you want to, but you can't weep
When you want to, but you won't drink
When you want to, but you can't think

It is one of those nights

When you want a hug, but you can't get it
When sleep can cure you, but you won't let it
When you want a smoke, but you can't get it
When the pristine wind can revive you, but you won't let it

It is one of those nights

When it is too dark to see, but you see the red
When it is uncomfortably silent, but you hear what she said
When your hands tremble, but you write your epitaph
When the memory-axe is blunt, but it cuts you into half

It is one of those nights

When you want the night to freeze,
An aethist, you pray to god: please
When the armies of emotion have driven you to a rout
When everything you see, think, do, is owt

It is one of those nights

When you want to jump, but you can't
When you can let go, but you won't
When you want to shout, but you can't
When you can break your illusion, but you won't

It is one of those nights