They'll come for you in the middle of the night They way always do And when they come for you in the middle of the night Without alarming you There's a downward slide on the rug red heat Your chemical relief Oh you may be low but nothing here is deep Rival forces draw their firing line See me through a pair of pale Eyes in a half dream all the time But wait up for the odd machine To take us all the way 'round From a tower so high To a cold hard land a dreamer wide awake Holding out for the one who will take her hand A critical mistake And when they come for you in the middle of the night You'll rage and reverie Oh, you may be low but nothing here's deep Rival forces draw their firing line See me through a pair of pale Eyes in a half dream all the time But wait up for the odd machine To take us all the way 'round Oh Rival forces draw their firing line See me through a pair of pale Eyes in a half dream all the time But wait up for the odd machine To take us all the way 'round