Don’t speak unnecessary words; I know everything from childhood dreams. Stitching every memory Through the haze to find the core of reverie. The day has played its part; I wash off the stage makeup. Leave the old story behind, Let a new light break the line. I ask the night: Do not douse the fire; From the clear sky, I plunge wildly downward. Grant my midnight whim. Every time, every time From the starry sky, I plunge wildly downward. Every time, every time Grant my midnight whim ...dreams... Every time Grant my midnight wish. A glass of wine for you and me, Stars drift in the depths of the mirrors, see. In the depths of the mirrors lies your subtle whim My midnight whim, a secret I won’t give. The velvet dark embraces softly, slow, Our shadows dance where time has ceased to go. This night is ours, no past, no future, just this beat, Where every touch becomes a promise we repeat. The night will kindle a fire. From the stellar sky, We plunge wildly downward. Grant my midnight whim. Every time, every time From the starry sky, I plunge wildly downward. Every time, every time Grant my midnight whim Every time, every time From the starry sky I plunge wildly downward. Grant my midnight whim My rebel My vice Every time...every time... From the starry sky, Every time... You’re all I need... I need...
