Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I

When the music stops
I walk you to your door
And we say goodnight
Like a thousand times before
This is the night (night)

I just can't walk away, oh
This is the night
I need you even more
Why should we wait 'til tomorrow? Oh, oh
Why should we wait 'til tomorr

Lights out ah ha
Blast, blast, blast
Lights out ah ha
Blast, blast, blast
Lights out

Dancing in the dark
To the radio of love
Dancing in the dark
To the radio of love
I know that it's wrong
To be dancing with no lights on
And I know that it's wrong