In the Dead of Night Songtext
von Hugh Cornwell

A billion Indians, awake at dawn as I book my flight
In the dead of night
A thousand hungry dogs, are prowling, searching for a bite
In the dead of night

A hundred memories, lie undisturbed and out of sight
In the dead of night
I hear their voices cry, a family of crows who take to flight
In the dead of night
Wait, can you hear, a distant bell, that′s getting near
Its, getting loud, and a don't like, the smell of fear

In the dead of night
In the dead of night

Wait, can you hear, a distant bell, that′s getting near
Its, getting loud, and a don't like, the smell of fear


In the dead of night

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A swarm of blinded men, take turns to photograph their bly
In the dead of night
A flock of wayward sheep, are lost without a route in sight
In the dead of night
A band of sister pray, for help, against the men they fight
In the dead of night
One lonely man explains, to me why silence shows what's right
In the dead of night
Wait, can you hear, a distant bell, that′s getting near
Its, getting loud, and a don′t like, the smell of fear

In the dead of night
In the dead of night
In the dead of night