It's getting late,
The moon brightens the night,
And it's warm,
With you by my side.
It's getting late,
Although it's a bit cold,
It's still cozy,
The warmth we share,
Walking down the alley.
It's getting late,
Only your voice,
That I've been longing,
Your laugh,
Your stories,
Seriously I swear,
That's all I've been wanting.
It's getting late,
As time goes by,
When the conversation fades,
Are you still there?
I hope it's never been late,
To say I miss you,
And I want us back.
