Blonded sip of champagne
With the blood that rushes high
Will the fortuneteller's wings fall
In that clear mirror, collided?
Faces form a moment
But they never last a whole night
Of course, we feel that autumn
they running out on every flight
I am the season that glitters in spotlight
That dies with your daydream tonight
I will be your Friday
Be your soul
Be my pride
I will see you
Tonight, as one, the light
Will return to everyone
To be alive
And everything at once
Telling all the secrets, and then lying all about my past
From the fortuneteller cold call learned that this heat'll never last
"Your eyes glow in colors" you said
"It's the spotlight you're seeing" I said
and you said "Are you the one I met?
Or have I fell in love with the dancing silhouette?"
Another reason that you're staying longer
Am I the one you dream about tonight?

I will be your Friday
I will Be your soul
I will Be your blood
And say that tonight, as if the sun
Will be a curse to everyone
To read the lies on everything
You've got that look, babe
And the way you move
Won't it be awkward if you keep the lights turned on?
This burnable, disposable love, it won't last
But, just don't leave me tonight
Without saying goodbye