Would you be open to a night of total chaos Would you raise your eyebrows like a hazy senator/boss And make it your home with an array of decorative faults Or say you're over negatives and loss But the day will die, and the night is young at heart To cross this water, to save your livestock To marry weather with a sensual discourse Take aim at the target kinder clones
The day will die, and the night is young at heart Say that I was the only one to be sober In a room with the jinx and an idolized lie And say that your energy was made in a vacuum With a spiraling fortune screwing your high And say that we're made for each other, you'll fathom How dark it can get and how wrong you really are The night is young at heart