Give me that honey love Tonight is your night Cause' there is something that I want from you Yeah come inside Now turn the lights down Don't be scared, touch me I know what you want and uh For the rest of your life

Blank face in the windowpane Made clear in seconds of light Disappears and returns again Counting hours, searching the night Might be waiting for someone Might be there for us to see Might be in need of talking Might be staring directly at me Inside

Listen to my song And if you want to sing along It's where I want to be The only place for me Where my spirit can be free It's about where I belong Sometimes far into the night And until the morning light

We're smokin' dynamite (Got kingdom come, on the run) So keep the throttle to the bottom We may never see tomorrow Too many fuses to light Gonna steal, beg, and borrow A thousand fahrenheit and we're about to ignite If tonight's our time to go, the one

Running under cover of the moonlight Shadow death row. At the night we're Running wild with no hope for tomorrow No tomorrow As we're walking through the fire, That burns within us all. If ya want to take A glance to the blaze of pain, you'll never Be

I'll write your name Across the sky And take away the stars 'Cause you light up the night You as high as the moon When you're here with me That's why I'm gonna write your name For the world to see Another old name on the porch with the bottle

But no flame burns forever, oh no You and I both know this all too well And most don't even last the night One last time Just one last time With the twilight No they don't, they say they don't Without holding back my mind Oh babe, meet me in Tompkins

You and the night and the music Until the pale light of dawn and in daylight Hearts will be throbbing guitars Morning will come without warning and take away the stars If we must live for the moment Love 'til the moment is through After the night and the

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

Dreaming of revelry What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With the fire in my bones, and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the light, so high don't wanna come down To face the loss of the good thing, that I have found In the