The night lights up,
the streets below.
The city sleeps,
the lights burn low.
Don't call me now,
don't make me guess.
I can't make sense of you,
I confess.
We had so much love, we had so much fire.
the streets below.
The city sleeps,
the lights burn low.
Don't call me now,
don't make me guess.
I can't make sense of you,
I confess.
We had so much love, we had so much fire.