Because the night belongs to lovers. Because the night belongs to us. Because the night belongs to lovers. Because the night belongs to us. Love is a ring, the telephone.
Love is an angel disguised as lust, here in our bed until the morning comes.
Come on now, try and understand the way I feel under your command. Take my hand as the sun descends. They can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now. Without you, oh I cannot live, forgive, the yearning, burning, I believe in time, too real to feel. So, take me now, take me now, take me now.