Nothing seems right, except for the music at night
change in the season, [bad word] like a thorn in my side
Lost in a maze
Lost in a maze

I looked for you, I was invisible too
Sleeping 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
shift in the darkness, you ask me if I still want you
Of course I do
Of course I do

But nothing seems right
Except for the music at night

Nothing seems right, except for the music at night
change in the season, [bad word] like a thorn in my side
Lost in a maze
Lost in a maze

But nothing seems right
Except for the music at night