The The - This Is the Night

I'm scared of the things I think ofWhen night comes alongSomething gets hold of meSomething I can't seeOh, it's a wicked worldAwaits the ones our young girls bearOh, I need somebody to hold meIn the fading light of this coming nightIn the fading light of this coming nightHow many whores have walked through that doorLayin' by my side and climbed in my mindAnd taken me down to where the heatBlisters the skin upon my feetMakes me reach out and weep for the daysWhen I was pure of heart and slept in peaceOh, it's a wicked worldAwaits the ones our young girls bearOh, I need somebody to hold meIn the fading light of this coming nightIn the fading light of this coming nightIn the fading light of this coming nightIn the fading lightOf this is the night