The black sky so clear.
You can see twinkling starlight.
Silent serenity too, you can hear.
The dark hue of this night.
Not much different from any other.
Change methinks, there is a slight.
From yesternight, before and after.
The blind flying fox flies.
Cleverly weaving through your darkness.
Like eagles soaring high above.
With perfect vision and calmness.
With every day, you show up later.
You may come, you may go.
But you will come again no matter.
Not again today, but surely tomorrow.
"..but tonight I'm lovin' you..."