City lights they hum below
A rhythm where the shadows grow
Fingers dance on silver strings
Melancholy makes them sing
Smoke curls up like lazy ghosts
Empty glasses silent toasts
Midnight whispers soft and low
Echo through where hearts won’t go
Oh the night it tells its tale
Warm like wine and frail as pale
Hearts in minor keys collide
On this dance we glide we hide
Streetlamps paint the world in gold
A fleeting warmth to fight the cold
Every step a chord we play
In this jazz-soaked cabaret
Falling notes like rain outside
Tickling rooftops soaked in pride
Underneath this dusky hue
Can you hear it lean on you
Oh the night it tells its tale
Warm like wine and frail as pale
Hearts in minor keys collide
On this dance we glide we hide