I want to live in 2 am
When the Earth has gone to bed
When I go outside and talk to them
The stars above my head

I want to live in dreary nights
With distant distorted specters
Of colored street lights
seen through rainfall reflectors

I want to live in hollow trees
That have seen so many tenants
Beneath a green roof on wooden knees
I summon the woodland revenants

Take me to the farthest reaches
Where no foot has fled before
My solace is found on distant beaches
My mind is a distant shore

Away away from these cursed creatures
Let me dwell in their carnage no more