Last night I dreamtOf a swimming pool filled with tearsI called out your nameThe choir just held up their handsWe hate when the night comesIt's dark & it's coldSleeping with our backs turnedBetter than being aloneCry now, cry laterGoodbye alligatorCry now, cry laterHello alligatorI put on a sad faceBut not really that sadBut searching for sympathySo I guess kinda sadI asked the choir"What's there to sing about?"They put their hands in their pocketsAnd nothingness is all they foundWe hate when the night comesIt's dark & it's coldSleeping with our backs turnedBetter than being aloneCry now, cry laterGoodbye alligatorCry now, cry laterHello alligator