Late at night
In the pale moonlight
We could be lovers
Under the warm covers
I see your face framed in the window
If you'd just give in, you'd know
I have such deep feelings for you
After all this time, I thought you knew
That we could be so much more
But when I say that, you head for the door
We could be lovers
Under the covers
When that old sun, raises its head
It makes me wonder, If I'm better off dead
You won't commit, no not even to me
When in my bed, each night, you'll be
Yes we could be lovers or so much more
Instead of you, walking out my door
You'll wake to greet, each new day
Not caring what the world, has to say
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