Late Summer Night

Late summer night.
I hear two loversthrough the windowtalking close to my door.
And though it’s ordinarythey had never caught my mindlike they did
tonightcarring me to another time. Late summer nightthe air is full of
soundsbut I feel bound by somethinginside.
It seems to matter nowto watch her movesjoking about the face she pullstrying
to hide our looks… We never cared aboutthe things to do.
Nothing but our love.
So I can’t lie now.
And I’m sorry for my changing mood.
But I can’t lie nowdon’t you let me be misunderstood.
Summer time is going byand my mind is feelingso confused.
I remember last time.
Undecided wordsbut we felt sure. Wonder if she thinks it over.
Somewhere if she’s lookingat this late summer night.