Late nights, I’m missing you.
The way we talk, ponder lives,
Analyze the details, I’m missing it.
I can hear your voice telling me the stories,
Coaxing me to peace and joy.
You tell me your secrets, confide in me deeply,
I tell you my problems, trust you’ll never tell.
Our own little world, a bubble belonging to us.
An escape; I find those hours fly by quickly.
You find that you’re beginning to see more clearly,
Some different feelings arising from deep down.
Only time will tell, you say.
I say that this isn’t a good enough answer.
Come back here and waste another moonlight with me.
Show me that you really care.
Late nights, I’m helping you.
The way we share, I’ll be there,
And you will be for me.
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