Bayside - Nights song

^AStumble on to the pavement; ^F#mthey're strapped tight to bed They've got a ^Bmfetish for sheep, straitjacket sheets But ^EI've got Randy Newman in ^E/G#my he^Aad This is no corn-fed day, it's ^F#mgloomy, blue, and cold So le^F#m/At the ^Bmmuggings occur, I feel secure They ^Esay that I'm peculiar

And ^Doh I don't ^F#mknow, I don't ^Ecare I'll be ^Ewaiting for you ^Dthere Crave this ^F#mchill, bathe in ^Eblack All the ghouls and fiends attack^D Knees go ^F#mweak, and I ^Eswoon, underneath the pallid ^Dmoon Praise the ^F#mnight, oh, praise the ^Enight The only ^Etime I feel al^Aright

^AUnder the sun gods stare, I ^F#mwince and blossom hives Counting the ^Bmfractions of day, rotting away As ^Ebusinessmen just drink away their ^Alives But when the stars once shy, come ^F#mbloom and blanket earth I feel be^Bmloved and blessed, quite Byron-esque I ^Eneed to just get off my chest that, oh

And ^Doh I don't ^F#mknow, I don't ^Ecare I'll be ^Ewaiting for you ^Dthere Crave this ^F#mchill, bathe in ^Eblack All the ghouls and fiends attack^D Eyes e^F#mrupt, and I ^Eswoon, underneath the pallid ^Dmoon Praise the ^F#mnight, oh, praise the ^Enight The only ^Etime I feel al^Aright

^AOo^F#mh...^{Bm E} [Chorus] And ^Doh I don't ^F#mknow, I don't ^Ecare I'll be ^Ewaiting for you ^Dthere Crave this ^F#mchill, bathe in ^Eblack All the ghouls and fiends attack^D Head com^F#mbusts, and I ^Eswoon, underneath the pallid ^Dmoon Praise the ^F#mnight, oh, praise the ^Enight The only ^Etime I feel al^Aright