Nocturnal Journal GBH

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