Because the night belongs to lovers. Because the night belongs to lust. Because the night belongs to lovers. Because the night belongs to us. Love is a ring on 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 touch you now, can't touch you now, can't touch you now. Repeat chorus and fade.