So here we lay,
Entwined in a passion that has long since gone astray.
We both know that the night is waning,
That our love is fleeing.
But please baby just stay for a bit more.
Fake that love we once swore.
Just stay here whispering sweet nothings.
Even though they mean anything but something.
Because baby we both know this must come to and end to soon,
And across the floor our clothes are strewn.
So please just stay.
And we'll try to keep the sun at bay.
We both know that night is waning,
That our love is fleeing.