Some say the night is for you to be sleeping.
Some say it's better to dream than to be weeping.
I'd rather be kissing you in the dark.
Or walking under the moonlight in the park.

Holding my hand, you stop and whisper in my ear,

Gentle words that encourage my eyes to shed a tear.

The tear I shed is a single, steady stream.

This is not a tear of sadness, but a tear of a dream.

You whisper your words ever so lightly.

My face begins to light up ever so brightly.

Your words flow in to my quiet cry.

You sing to me, your soft lullaby.

Oh, my beautiful love.

Oh, my gorgeous dove.

Won't you come with me and fly,

Away from the life where all you do is cry.

Darling, take hold of my hand.

We can fly away to a far away land.

I'll love you forever, until the day I die.

This is my promise. It's not a lie.

I listened to his sweet song.

I believed his words all along.

Then one day he just decided to disappear,

And left me with a broken heart only he could cure.

Then one day he came to my door.

He said he was sorry for disappearing before.

When I told him I hated him for telling me a lie,

He just pulled me close and sang his soft lullaby.

Oh, my beautiful love.

Oh, my gorgeous dove.

Won't you come with me and fly,

Away from the life where all you do is cry.

Darling, take hold of my hand.

We can fly away to a far away land.

I'll love you forever, until the day I die.

This is my promise. It's not a lie.