Tonight. . .
tonight,
tonight,
tonight:
might be my last chance
to trace a heart on to your hand;
my last chance to see
you dance to some-odd band.
Tonight might be the last night
you and I have planned.

I remember the day we met:
my heart found light again...
living in the dark so long
I became one with my sins.
You were the love that changed my thoughts,
from love is dead
to
—oh, so this is what love is?
And tonight might be the last night
I feel that love again.
If that is true,
and our love is doomed,
I hope you don’t forget,
the love I have for you
is certain like sunsets.