Somewhere in passage of morning to night

Figures fade into the wind

Delighted in trials and purposely exiled

Trying to trade the day for the night

Shades of evening purple empty space

Where everybody screams like they're all true

Shadows of morning curtains of twilight

Trying to trade the day for the night

Deep misunderstandings have echoed through the years

Judge and you will be judged wrong or right

I wonder why she still stands there her face in tears

Trying to trade the day for the night

Regiments of our lives and tigers silver stripes

Can't pass each other without taking life

Believe me I have seen the last fine bird in flight

Trying to trade the day for the night

Trying to trade the day for the night