| 3 | 02cP5dTN0 | 37 | 2 | Well we rifle through the night,, Like riders on the run now, in the street--, Holding back the blinding light,, 'Cause a thousand eyes can be so indiscreet,, And we hide away, love the night away,, And we run between the shadows and the light,, We're children of the night,, Runnin' from the light,, Children of the night,, Of the night, oh yeah., In the day we pass like strangers, ... |