Self Control - Laura Branigan

Shadows fall upon the city's face
a fleeting illusion of time and space
We surrender our souls to the endless night
fleeing the harsh h*arshnesses
Of the morning light
Where reason fails us
And shadows take control
Oh, the night is my world
City light, painted girl
In the day, nothing matters
It's the night time that flatters
in the night new control through the wall something
Wearing white as you're re-walking
Down the street of my soul
You take myself
You take my self-control
You got me living only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story's told