I love the quiet of the night time When the sun is drowned in a deathly sea I can feel my heart beating as I speed from The sense of time catching up with me The sky set out like a pathway But who decides which route we take? As people drift into a dream world I close my eyes as my hands shake and when I see a new day Who’s driving this anyway? I picture my own grave ‘cause fear’s got a hold on me Yes, this fear’s got a hold on me Yes, this fear’s got a hold on me