the steal of the night

When the lights are low

I don't see the shadows move

Quietly through the windows

As the night of cars revving on the road

When the sun goes down

The demons wake up to roam

Playing souls who are greedy

Taking souls who are corrupted

When the lights are low

I don't see the shadows move

The bad hats quietly steal

The wealth of the nation

When the lights are low

I hear the soft crying

In the park of shadows

The bad hats steal the hearts of lovers

There is no escape

When the sun goes down

The demons wake up to roam

Stealing hearts of lovers and souls

When the lights are low

I don't see the shadows move

Quietly through the windows

As the night of cars revving on the road