Nighttime

Some kind of magic,
happens late at night.
When the moon smiles down at me,
and bathes me in it's light.

It's the appointments you make.
It's the day that starts.
It's the day that passes by.
It's the night that falls.

The shower you take.
The clothes you put on.
The little touch of make-up.
The parfum and some jewerly.

Your friend come along.
Stepping out the house.
Step into the night.
Get on your bicycle and ride.

It's your friends.
It's the talking about.
It's the fun.
It's the music.
It's the alcohol.

Which make the nighttime each and every time so pretty!
I wouldn't wanna miss it voor one single time!

I fell asleep beneath you.
In the tall blades of grass.
When I woke the world was new.
I never had to ask.

Love,

Sarina