You Own the Night - Guided By Voices

What’s it like being all that?

Acrobat with wings down

Upside down

As if you own the Night

Beneath a cloak of trees

That run for cover

Over shadows, rootless

All that

A crown of light

In the darkest night

You own the night

A chanteuse licks the flames

A flickering bossa nova

In slow motion

Spring forty seasons

Your focus out of reasons

You have to hide

All that

A crown of light

In the darkest night

You own the night