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 will be answered
I hope you'll find your truth
But tonight. . .

Everything is permitted, every sin is allowed
Don't let up and never slow down
And when the time arrives
For you to find your place
I hope you'll seek your answers in my words
And my embrace
But tonight. . .

Tonight, the angels have retired
The day's still a night away
We'll cherish every memory
And every last desire.
But when the night has ended
And the broken rays of day shine in. . .

Let us not forget our time alone
For we are merely lost souls
Without a fate of our own
Merely lost souls without a fate. . .

*Cover art by Miles Johnston