Night pulses through the city,

The avenues like veins,

The stoplights change and headlights glare

Time and time again

The City's heart is beating,

Its breath hot on my cheek,

Its eyes peer out from window glass,

Its soul begins to speak

The evening's singing softly now

A melancholy tune

The City's pulse is speeding

As the Sun recedes to ruin

The notes that fall upon my ears

Lack pattern, rhythm, rhyme

But the sweetest music in the world

Is that of the Nighttime

The Sun is the daytime's righteous guard

The Moon hangs fat with sin

Temptation lurks in every Star

The clouds want Night to win

The Rain is falling softly now

The street are slick and wet

But in the morning, sure as Day

This Night life I'll forget.