It's just this time of night  When all the living  When all my work is done...  It's just this kind of day  When all the hours fade  And circle into one...    No healing voice  No curve of skin  To warm this empty place  So I  Sink down into the earth  Down into the space...    There's something missing...    Come the morning  Will I be myself again?  As light is forming  Will I see the image change?  For the moment  Here in the dark  It all comes down  To a simple matter of the heart...    There's just this time of life  When all that's certain  Is the company of one...  There's just this kind of love  That everybody needs  But never seems to come...    Each living soul  Seeks loving hands  To touch the hurt they've seen  And I  Can feel it in my bones  And underneath my skin...    There's something missing...    Come the morning  Will I be myself again?  As light is forming  Will I see the image change?  For the moment  Here in the dark  It all comes down  To a simple matter of the heart...    Come the morning  Will I be myself again?  As light is forming  Will I see the image change?  For the moment  Here in the dark  It all comes down  To a simple matter of my heart...    Come the morning  Will I be myself again?  A simple matter of the...    As light is forming  Will I see the image change?  Here in the dark  It all comes down  To a simple matter of my heart...