Well the morning is for lovers The afternoon for picnics in the park The twilight is for poets But you and me just wait 'til it gets dark 'Cause the nighttime The nighttime is for fuckups Yeah the nighttime The night belongs to us (We bring it all here, from under the temple) (We bring it all here, from under the temple) The sunshine is for children The clouds for seeing images of women As they floated by past the window of your building And everything was just understood How some folks just got it bad And some folks just got it good And some folks just got it no good And the nighttime The nighttime is for fuckups Yeah the nighttime The night belongs to us (We bring it all here, from under the temple) (We bring it all here, from under the temple) (Oh, only the beginning and it is the ending, yeah)