copyright 2002
a small chicken music

NIGHT OF OUR SERENITY
(MARK)

PHONE RINGS, IT'S ANOTHER MONDAY MORNING,
JERKS ME FROM MY REST WITH NO REMORSE,
AND I HIT THE SNOOZE ON MY ALARM,
AND KNOCK THE PHONE DOWN WITH MY ARM,
THE DAYLIGHT'S IN AND I'M STILL OUT OF SORTS.

WATCH THE TRAFFIC CRAWL THROUGH THE CONSTRUCTION,
CHECK MY WATCH TO SEE I'M RUNNING LATE,
DON'T NEED MORE HOURS IN THE DAY,
I'D ONLY USE THEM ANYWAY,
WE'RE VICTIMS OF THE LIVES THAT WE CREATE.

BUT THIS IS THE NIGHT OF OUR SERENITY,
THIS IS THE PLACE WE FIND SOME UNSPOKEN QUALITY
THIS IS THE TIME
THIS IS THE PLACE
THIS IS THE MOMENT THE WHOLE WORLD IS ERASED,
THIS IS THE NIGHT.

THE TV TALKS OF ALL THE FALLING MARKETS
AND CASTS A GLOOM OF DOUBT OVER OUR DAY,
AND WE TURN IT OFF AND GO TO BED,
THE STORIES RE-RUN IN OUR HEAD,
WE TOSS AND TURN ANOTHER NIGHT AWAY.

(CHORUS)