Yelling at the Night

Isn't it thrilling
To go yelling at the night
When nothing seems working
And the night will abide
And the motion pumps your adrenaline
And the rhythm stops your thinking
And illusion from your breathing
Like a vision in your mind
Fine

Oh, my friend, how can I
Make you stop crying
With your inside untying
And outside someone's dying
It's enhanced by your senses
It elaborates on your surroundings
You know that tears are sometimes magical
blurring colors in your eyes
Fine

Were you running for a reason
To emotions that are beckoning
You know that feelings aren't in front of you
They're just floating in your light
You can't reach out and claim them
You can't grab them like they're mine
Are they hiding in that tire
Like a deer from a fire
Fine

But isn't it thrilling
To go yelling at the night
When nothing seems working
And the night will abide...