Nothing seems right
Except for the music at night
A change in the seaon
It comes like a thorn in my side
Lost in a maze, lost in a maze

I looked for you
I was invisible too
Sleep in on Sunday
Avoiding the pale afternoon
Deep in a dream, deep in a dream

But nothing seems right
Except for the music at night

When I awoke
I saw a face in the smoke
Chilled by the evening
Caught up in the undertone
I call your name, I call your name

Out of the blue
That's when you walk in the room
A shift in the darkness
You ask me if I still want you
Ofcourse I do, ofcourse I do

But nothing seems right
Except for the music at night

Nothing seems right
Except for the music at night
A change in the seaon
It comes like a thorn in my side
Lost in a maze, lost in a maze

But nothing seems right
Except for the music at night