Lights out, but still do fingers play
staccato bursts on glowing keys.
A smile received from far away,
betwixt forbidden fantasies.

Staccato bursts on glowing keys
play softly, lest they give away,
betwixt forbidden fantasies
the need to leave, the urge to stay.

Play softly, lest we give away
to wakeful, prying, hungry eyes.
We need to leave and urge to stay
with breaking glass for lullabies.

Those wakeful, prying, hungry eyes
still prowl where joy is sometimes found.
With breaking glass for lullabies,
to sleeplessness lie herein bound.

Still, prowl where joy is sometimes found,
and surely they shall find us here.
To sleeplessness we lie here bound,
and while together, feel no fear.

And surely they shall find us here,
our smiles received from far away.
And while together, feel no fear.
Lights out, but still our fingers play.