Again I find myself in questionable circumstances
Surrounded by fools like me, compelled to take our chances
Our collective presence we pass off as happenstances
We dance the varied dances of casual backward glances

It’s getting late and I am exacerbated
The never-ending storm is howling at my front gate
Did I make a mistake or is this all fated
I’ve debated and debated this debasement no abatement  I hate it

I am burning over the silence of midnight
I am breaking under the silence of midnight

I always wanted to be the sun
To light the way for everyone
To rest easy when the day is done
To make the shadows run
But now I am a shadow figure

Je veux que le matin l’ignore
Le nom que j’ai dit a la nuit,
Et qu’au vent de l’aube, sans bruit,
Comme une larme il s’evapore

I am burning over the silence of midnight
I am breaking under the silence of midnight