Oh magical night,
Up the mountain side,
What dreams we dream,
Running through the wind asleep,
What hides below,
In the dark,
Everything explodes.

But in your eyes,
A spark ignites,
And in mine,
Past and present collide.

Our breath may catch,
Our fingers lock,
Your whispers drift,
Away my thoughts,
The sky alight,
And all my ghosts,
Come haunting back….

You say “lets fly”,
I look away,
You ask “but why”,
I cannot say,
You pull me close,
I slide out slow,
You say “wait”,
But all my ghosts…

I cannot breathe,
As light on my feet,
Into the night,
As fireworks break the sky,
Because all my ghosts,
While running high and low,
Come haunting back to me.