4 January 2013
Turn up at my door with flowers. Embrace me with your wishes, Tonight we walk in style. Your thoughts are filled with kisses.
I can ease you of your pain. Behind that baroque mask, Gothic dresses flood the streets. In the moonlight that you bask.
The night is young and wild, Youthful as your white skin. Dancing in the rhythm of street lights. Liquor in my veins like sin.
So take me home in the early hour, Hiding in the shadows we get closer. Passion and excitement grows My heart; a ballad for your composer.
Rhythm Of The Night • Opuss № I