When the white pearl shimmer comes out to dance
We rush out to play our game of chance
Both of us like fireflies floating and glowing
Shouldn't be here but Night, he is smugly throwing
Us into the depths of his Eden glistening wood
Nowhere anyway is quite this heavenly good
He has us ambling secret trails away from them all
He lends old spells to your eyes that just help me fall
Into your arms as Night, with strange bells, calls Time to halt
Smiling, devious Night, loving romantic, this is your fault
We quiver and tremble as you tell soft Wind to knock us together
We try to deny your sly Fates, swearing we will again never
Hold each other the way we pretend you have made us to
You ask the air to be midnight sweet like love gas through
Our minds already racing with each tender look and touch
Night, great friend, he and I have never loved another so much.
