Return to me one more night,
Give me one last chance—
One final delight.

Come to me that way you did
That time I saw you –
How you hid, the crowd amid.

Let me feel you soft
And gentle anew,
Up again – on that loft –
Where together we flew.

Your breath I remember,
My warmth in the cold –
Glitter, bitter November.

I know you through and through,
Although I won't admit,
That true you I never knew.

How strange to be familiar,
Even adopting your devillier,
Although it wasn't you I kissed,
Because in truth, you don't exist.