The Dying Light

This town is a world of waifs and strays

Comedy giants, penniless heroes

Dead men at the bar, I've drank with them all

Through misadventure and drag

But I'm alone here, even though I'm physically not

And those dead boys are always there

There's more every year

Maybe I could use a hand

I must admit I'm out of bright ideas to keep the hell at bay

Distractions only last a day

The night is so impossible

It haunts the few who dare to look

Its marks are so hereditary

I'm terrified of having kids

But I'm damned if I give up tonight

I must repel the dying light

For Mam and Dad and all my pals

For all the ones who didn't make the night