Confused ever since I spied you in the rooms of my mind,
Now I can't deny you,
Bleeding and bruised, like a vagabond in rags,
I've walked the streets to you door to find just what's in store,
I see you'you and many others, in your clean well-lighted place where I would find disgrace,
But I do know I find contentment just to be your furniture,
I need nothing more.

In the thick of the night, take me out of the cold,
Let me sing inside, like a radio,
In the thick of the night, before we grow too old,
Let me sing inside, like a radio.

Shivering and cold,
This night's conducive to a flight into my soul,
But I stand here though my heart grows bold,
Once on the inside, I can quietly persist and hold my tears.

In the thick of the night, take me out of the cold,
Let me sing inside, like a radio,
In the thick of the night, before we grow too old,
Let me sing inside, like a radio,
Like a radio, like a radio.

And so still I wait, though I grow much weaker,
Oh no, no, I will not faint, I'll stay true,
Believe me when I say I'd climb to heaven, crawl beneath the lowest hell, to stay near you.

In the thick of the night, take me out of the cold,
Let me sing inside, like a radio,
In the thick of the night, before we grow too old,
Let me sing inside, like a radio,
Like a radio, like a radio,
Like a radio, like a radio.