The Night - Latin Quarter

The night’s the night, whoevers spending it

The night’s not hers, but she is lending it

A love to last?

She’s not pretending it

So quickly passed, she’s not defending it

He talks of wine, his words cascading it

An active life, his hands parading it

To please him now, his eyes persuading it

The night’s a lie, there’s no evading it

The night’s a fire

This engine’s speeding to

The night’s a crash

This learning curve is leading to

The night’s a fire

It’s blue and black

And broken, and bleeding too

The night’s embrace

Will never stop me needing you

The song that plays, the singers faking it

The step they took, should not have taken it

The beating heart, they both are breaking it

The love they made, they start unmaking it