Yet another 80's vampire song. I like how the lyrics float above the raucous steel string pounding. Dark in a romantic sort of way. Kind of like the 80's...

Night Out

words/music by J. Hart, © 1988, 2005

Each step gets closer, each moment more intense
Electrifying, igniting every sense
We'll bridge the gap between the body and the soul
When you rest in my arms, two halves will then be whole

It's a bitch, man
I ain't rich, man
But that was never really a goal
Although I drink, man
It's okay, man
Whatever quenches the soul

I'm living proof that things are never what they seem
My days are spent in bed; the night is when I dream
Your heart provides me with its succulent rosé
I need your body in a very special way

It's a bitch, man
I ain't rich, man
But that was never really a goal
And I drink, man
Every night, man
On whatever quenches the soul

Skin so smooth on a face angelic
With eyes like jewels, so psychedelic
Hides the fact I'm an ancient relic
I know what I am but I just can't help it

For heaven's sake, man
Stay awake, man
Don't you know there's a wolf in the fold?
He could strike, man
Any night, man
Upon whomever the bell may toll

I spend my evenings feeding off your petty dreams
All your resistance makes me hungrier it seems
I know your passions and I know you know I'm here
I'd find another, but I'm drawn to your fear

It's a bitch, man
I ain't rich, man
But that was never even a goal
And I drink, man
Every night, man
On whomever quenches my soul