Tom Vek

Hallelujah, it's going down
I really thought the sun would never set
I find it easier to think at night
When everything is softened by a dim light
The night is a cup I want to fill
I know I won't always reach its lip
Cause something will always knock it over
Spilling my dreams to the curb
Yeah, I want it all on a plate
I don't want to deliberate
Yeah, I want it all on a plate
I don't want to deliberate
Everyone knows what the feeling is like