The Dead of the Night (Acoustic Edition)

It is the dead of the night

Oh, the dead of the night

And I live on a dream

It came to me when I was young

I brought it here

And now for years

The streets of London keep it safe and warm

Every morning it dies

But it is reborn

In the dead of the night

The dead of the night

In the dead of the night

And I keep a pencil and a book

I say, "This is how a life can look"

Russian roulette, French kiss, cigarette

And the silence like an anvil

And the things that we learn

And now all that burns is a candle

And the fog melts over the night

And it softens the edges

I begin to write

In the dead of the night

The dead of the night

In the dead of the night

And a bead of sweat runs down my arm

And I drink it from my skin

It is the most real thing that I feel

It is communion

Bless the meek

Heal the sick

Protect the weak

In the dead of the night

The dead of the night

The dead of the night

The dead of the night

In the dead of the night