Lyrics and Music by George Grant, Gregor Kitzis, Matthew Goeke, Aurelio Voltaire Hernández
The day is the wife whom I elude.
The one to whom I should be right.
Although forewarned by peers and kin
I always get into the night.
Mother always warned me such,
Being a nocturnal soul
Besides just being simply strange
Spawns from some illness of the mind.
Chorus:
But the night, she calls me,
Hey, she calls me,
Hey, she calls me,
She calls me.
She sways in her velvet dress,
And pulls me towards her
In the dark
While the others rest,
While the others rest,
While the others rest.
Heed the call the time has come
For all you children of the night,
Gather ‘round like suckling dogs,
Mother’s come, she is the night.
Come with me to
The other side.
Make the girl in
Black your bride!
Chorus:
‘Cause the night, she calls me
Hey, she calls me,
Hey, she calls me,
Hey, she calls me.
She sways in her velvet dress,
And pulls me towards her
In the dark
While the others rest,
While the others rest,
While the others rest.
It still seems very strange to me
That her quiet, lonely streets,
And draped in all her mystery,
Could be so sweet and comforting.
Chorus:
But the night, she calls me,
Hey, she calls me,
Hey, she calls me,
Hey, she calls me.
She sways in her velvet dress,
And pulls me towards her
In the dark.
While the others rest,
While the others rest,
While the others rest.