The night is young
We could’ve hopped on a plane
And visitted a foreign place by midnight
Checked into a hotel and made love
While looking at the stars
It could’ve still been 11PM by a beach
I could already feel the warm breeze
Music and we could’ve been dancing
While the night is young
You could’ve led me to a dreamscape
In which we could paint together
Scenery of a clear sky and future
Or a familiar illusion of reality which
We yearned to believe for too long
That the night is still young
