Well, the morning is for lovers
The afternoon, for picnics in the park
Twilight is for poets
But you and me just wait till it gets dark
'Cause the nighttime
The nighttime is for fuck-ups
Yeah, the nighttime
The night belongs to us
(We bring it all here, from under the temple)
(We bring it all here, from under the temple)
The sunshine is for children
The clouds, for seeing images of women
As they're floating by
Past the window of your building
And everything is just understood
But some folks just got it bad
And some folks just got it good
And some folks just got it no good
And the nighttime
The nighttime is for fuck-ups
Yeah, the nighttime
The night belongs to us
(We bring it all here, from under the temple)
(We bring it all here, from under the temple)
(Oh, only the beginning and it is the ending, yeah)
