Are you one of mine
 who can sleep with one eye open wide?
Agonizing psychotic
 solitary hours to decide
Reaching for the light
 at the slightest noise from the floor
Palms of hands perspire                {Now your hands perspire}
 heart goes leaping at a knock from the door.
In the Dead of Night
In the Dead of Night
Rich and powerful ascend
 complicated bends to be free
To indulge in what they will           {Indulge in what they will}
 and jaded thrill or fanstasy
Shuttered windows that belie
 all stifled cries from within         {All the stifled cries from within}
And prying eyes are blind
 to proceedings of the kind that begin
In the Dead of Night
In the Dead of Night