At the end of the night

On a night out, we stay for the finale until the last beat of the song is played

At the end of the night memory is not as bright,  
As fowls eyes shine upon branches in the dark,
Our nature they stark, dare to claim a better sight,
Over those wanton bars filled with spirit talk.

And broken vows our conscience fled and dread,
Lay siege in our head, the tide of graves dreams,
Try to force our stumbling way to anther's bed
At the end of night with short lived passions.

We know the finale when the beat changes tune,
And people in droves quickly fade from the street,
We too, change direction and find the home line, 
Now is a good time to say goodnight.

We'll sleep thorough nightmares, lose sight of time
And become reclined in dreams of sublime pleasure
Wake at interval to see if the weather will be fine,
Go back to sleep dare to dream for another hour.

The rest feels good, making up for yesterday,
When the day grew longer and the evening stayed
Waiting for the silhouette to pass over the valley,
Come under the canopy of darkness that was made.

By the end of night, fortunate ones take a journey
Far into the labyrinth of a spiritual awakening,
And are shown the gates of nights darkest mystery,
Before the dawn slip away into a new beginning.