outside the vehicle
night light sets the mood
wandering in a circle
he wishes to intrude

passing through a forest
in the summerheat
blue sky put's to test
she feels a lonely beat

across the room they cut
deserted candles shining
indoor lighting shut
they become defining

simple guitar progressions
glasses full of wine
charged with expressions
atmosphere so divine

in the dark hours thrill
the story comes to end
a passion hard to kill
say did I just pretend