We linger in the twilight, each harberin'
an unspoken reluctance to part.
A smile steals upon the quiet sky
as we talk of ice cream cones,
and words and making wishes.
Passers-by come and leave,
questions steepin' in their eyes.
Yet we let them pass unnoticed.
Beneath my assured smile
hides a little girl who longs to
snuggle warmly in your arms.
I wonder who is masqueradin'
within your enchanted smile...
Farwell. I watch the evenin'
cloak you in her arms -
Farwell. I'll meet you once
again upon a silver star...