Blow out the candles, my dearly bedeviled
Lest we miss the night.
There's a baneful storm approaching
The lightning streaks across the sky
And it shimmers on the bay, dear lady,
A mournful spectrum of blazing light.
But tonight. . .

Tonight we will speak of enchanted circumstance
Laugh at stupid jokes as we sip wine and reminisce--
And I hope you'll lie to me the way I lie to you
I hope your prayers...