the moon reflects onto your silent smile
these street lights are dim to the pearly aisle

for a nighttime scene it shines so much
the headlights and spectators and such,
but for a crowded place i feel so secluded
just you and i talking, all the rest muted

time runs quick when you're around
and slows itself on lonelier ground
our time is up, but it'll stay again soon
how about tomorrow? starting at noon?