In the Dead of Night - Yngwie Malmsteen

Are you one of mine who can sleep with one eye open wide?

Agonizing psychotic solitary hours to decide

Reaching for the light at the slightest noise from the floor

Palms of hands perspire

Heart goes leaping at a knock from the door

In the Dead of Night

In the Dead of Night

Rich and powerful ascend complicated bends to be free

To indulge in what they will and jaded thrill or fantasy

Shuttered windows that belie all stifled cries from within

And prying eyes are blind to proceedings of the kind that begin

In the Dead of Night

In the Dead of Night

In the Dead of Night

In the Dead of Night