I never cared much for moonlit skies. I never wink back at fireflies. But now that the stars are in your eyes. I'm beginning to see the light. I never went in for afterglow. Or candlelight on the mistletoe. But now when you turn the lamp down low. I'm beginning to see the light. Used to ramble through the park. Shadowboxing in the dark. Then you came and caused a spark. That's a four-alarm fire now. I never made love by lantern-shine. I never saw rainbows in my wine. But now that your lips are burning mine. I'm beginning to see the light