It’s about time the sun went down,
Only time birds of the air fly backward,
When every man becomes human and drops their swords.
It’s that time when we sneak out of town,
Excitingly crawling deep down into the woods,
In search of nothing but goods.
For every second spent together alone,
The seed of love planted for you has grown.
There’s a twist in this fairytale,
On my knees with bleeding eyes, I pray we don’t fail.
Suddenly the dark became too scary,
For you, all my fears I’m willing to bury.