Into this pitch darkness, we’re hurled
Where there’s not a glimmer of light
It’s not the end of the world
It’s just the middle of the night
And the blackest of flags is unfurled
In all this absence of light
It’s not the end of the world, good people
Merely, the middle of the night
The middle of the night
That’s what this is
If death is the real test
This is just a quiz
When grey creeps through your window
It will be daylight
The end of this darkness
Is almost in sight
Loudon Wainwright III – “The Middle of the Night”
Follow that with the feather boas, Rufus