The Night Speaks To Me

The night speaks to me, it says 'Lorraine, Remove the lock from the door; It's time to escape, time to run free, This is what darkness is for All that praying, what good has it done? You spend too much time on your knees; You know there's no answer to your prayers, Enough of the 'Please, dear God, please! ' And the night speaks to me so gently, It thinks it knows me so well; It says things just to make me reveal The secrets I'd rather not tell But I want to listen to the night, There's a luscious sweetness in its tone; It holds me in its careless grasp, Then releases me when we're alone The night tells me not to trust the day, It warns me not to talk to the light; Light can't keep a secret, you know, It will undo the work of the night And I want the night to go on and on, I'm so comfortable in its embrace; I'll stay with the night, I'll live in the dark, The day is just too hard to face