When the night falls…
When the night falls a day comes to an end...
Than we will party and sleep...
When the night falls...the damned...
And the hopeless will fall deep...
In a hole of love and care...
And they will raise as good people...
But what is good?
Is it happiness streaming to our blood?...
Are we by our minds deceived...
Do we get the right thoughts received?
Are we good?...
Are we bad?...
Shakespeare once sad...
Be or not to be...
Well I know I want to be me...
But if Is it bad things I see?
I know happy people are deceiving...
I’m bleeding, just as also the happy people do...
But do we have to know it too?
But I know one thing...
When the night falls...
And de morning comes...
And happy again comes too...
I will stil love you, I hope you know it, that I stil love you,
Even when the night falls.