and when the lights go low oh you know we can t hold to the feeling that haunts you so now we let it go head to toe open glow to the rhythm that wants you to move like a human and be where you are glide like an eagle and die like a star ready and able and bristled and primed move like an ocean and run over time catch my dying breath i suppose it could go to the soul that controlled you that did something cold to you i would hope that the night time would gently unfold you shift up your point of view i ll be your messenger your minister your morbid curiosity in the hands of the night you re a plaything i ll be your passenger your pleasurer your terminal velocity in the absence of light we re the same thing animals all you re a breed of distinction animals onto the edge of extinction catch my dying breath i suppose we could go to the souls that control you what are they holding to i would hope that the night time would gently unfold you show you a thing or two i ll be your messenger your minister your morbid curiosity in the hands of the night you re a plaything i ll be your passenger your pleasurer your terminal velocity in the absence of light we re the same thing i ll be your altitude your attitude the victim of your vanity in the hands of the night you re a plaything i ll be your come what may your tried and true i ll help you shake your sanity in the absence of light it s the same thing in the absence of light it s the same thing in the absence of light it s the same thing