Walking down the memory lane. I feel you. The night is young and we're making our way. We suck up its fluorescent lights, as we're missing out the dirty leaves 'cause tonight is beautiful and joyful. For the slight moment we stop and think; let's see what's going on beneath our feet; arms around the shoulders; now looking over the half fence; Underneath the train takes us to places, across the city lights to light up our way; I'll never forget the sparkle in your eyes as you described our future life; You knew I laughed of happiness and wasn't mocking you; Two swallows circled by; what a strange thing to see: two swallows playing around in the cold darkness of night; We are dancing away the darkness under the bright stars that've now filled up the sky; Tell me more; I want to hear your voice; Please do one more time that routine that had me burst into laughter at the club. You know I can do better than you; I just don't want to; You laugh; I laugh I'll teach you things you'll teach me more; I like it when we argue; Feel free to say it; It's me and you now; The night is young and I know you're crying out of happiness; You're pretty when you cry
