The night pretends not to notice I'm the only one who's yet to sleepnnFor the moonlight casts the shapes that fit me best.nnDaytime brings those who this and that but see not what my eyes donnCarried across these colored maps by the cloak of could this bennMy eyes see these light-less canvases as beauty at its bestnnBut something tells me I'm not like the rest.nnAs the sun comes down I look around and realize this is home.nnMake believe you're paths of excellence mean more because the daylight.nnAnd that my means of life are insufficient, yea you're right.nnThe night pretends not to notice I'm the only one who's yet to sleepnnFor the moonlight casts the shapes that fit me best.nnPraise the night time. You could have seen this coming.nnPraise the night time. You could have seen this coming.nnPraise the night time. You could have seen this coming.nnPraise the night time. You could have seen this coming.nnDaytime brings those who this and that but see not what my eyes donnCarried across these colored maps by the cloak of could this bennMy eyes see these light-less canvases as beauty at its bestnnBut something tells me I'm not like the rest.nnI'm not like the rest.nnThis is where you end and I begin.nn