He woke up from another drunken night, just eighteen years old, already done. The booze could never make the pain feel right, she was the only hope he'd ever hung upon. His heart had chosen her and her alone, she ran through his blood, again and again. But every hope he'd held was overthrown: “No, you're like a brother – you're only a friend.” He stood there in the storm, soaked to the skin, where the sunset should have burned across the sky. He screamed at God above the howling wind: “Why do I love someone who'll never want to be mine?” Give me one night – just the two of us, one single night before it's all gone. Let me feel her warmth against my skin, and show her what the two of us could have become. Give me one night – I'm asking nothing more, one night with nothing but us on our minds. If tomorrow comes and I'm no longer here – give me one night with no more tears in my eyes. But no one answered. Rain kept pouring down. He struck the mud: “Fucking answer me, God!” Then came the silence. No peace to be found. “You fucking don't exist!” he screamed out loud. At the old bridge he saw her smile, so alive, so beautiful, so near. He floored the gas and let it run wild, reaching for the one he held so dear. She came toward him, beautiful in a vision, he pulled her close through pain so raw. he pulled her close through pain so raw. And as the car went flying off the road, “I love you, darling – I love you so.” Give me one night – just the two of us, one single night before it's all gone. Let me feel her warmth against my skin, and show her what the two of us could have become. Give me one night – I'm asking nothing more, one night with nothing but us on our minds. If tomorrow comes and I'm no longer here – give me one night with no more tears in our eyes. A young girl walks alone among the graves, then stops before a headstone bearing his name. She clears the leaves and lays the flowers down, one tear upon her cheek says what words can't explain. She wipes the tear, then turns and walks away. A bouquet wrapped in ribbon stays behind. A bouquet wrapped in ribbon stays behind. And written there are just these simple words: “The night is yours.”
