In the Dead of Night

A billion Indians awake at dawn as I book my flight
In the dead of night
A thousand hungry dogs are prowling searching for a bite
In the dead of night

A hundred memories lie undisturbed and out of sight
In the dead of night
I hear their voices cry; a family of crows who take to flight
In the dead of night
Wait, can you hear a distant bell that's getting near
It's getting loud and I don't like the smell of fear

In the dead of night
In the dead of night

Wait, can you hear, a distant bell, that's getting near
It's getting loud, and I don't like, the smell of fear

In the dead of night
In the dead of night

A swarm of blinded men, take turns to photograph their flight
In the dead of night
A flock of wayward sheep are lost without a route in sight
In the dead of night
A band of sisters pray for help against the men they fight
In the dead of night
One lonely man explains to me why silence shows what's right
In the dead of night
Wait, can you hear a distant bell that's getting near
It's getting loud and a don't like the smell of fear

In the dead of night
In the dead of night
In the dead of night