When the sun is gone and day is done,
the fun has only just begun.
With the day retreats the light,
and soon the demons all take flight.
Past my window they beat their wings,
and oh what sorrowful songs they sing.
The sweet melodies fill my mind,
and soon their stories begin to unwind.
Tales unfold of the broken heart,
but before it sets in the dancing starts.
Round and round they circle...