Night is here
I can feel the darkness
seeping into my skin
beneath the mask on my face
Feel the rush as I descend
onto the cobblestones
in my french heeled slippers
tonight is mine,
This night is mine.

You are here
and I detail the face
behind your mask in my soul
I know everything
but you know only my mask
Drunk with false ecstasy
I drop my defenses
tonight will be ours,
This night is ours.

Too late, I feel
your hand moving to the bow
at the back of my head
And the mask falls before
I can conceal my shame
I fall to the ground,
desolate, broken
and wait for the shadow
of your body to walk away

But it only gets shorter
as if you're coming down
to the ground
I feel your hand on my face
I must look at you. And you say,
"I knew it was you
I waited for you to come
To make this a night for rememebering"