It was the dead of night
When you asked me for a ride
Guilty eyes glistening with fright
Blinded by the strange city lights
The silver moon illuminates my face
As you go at a faster pace
I looked at you and smiled
Terrified, but not afraid to die
Careful girl, known to be wise
Wandering under the moonlit sky
Two foolish hands intertwined
Getting lost in what felt like an endless wild
Oh, two hearts so juvenile
Rapid beats in every mile
Sitting on your passenger side
Know it's wrong but it felt so right
You dropped me off in the middle of the road
It's past winter, but I'm freezing cold
I should've listened to what I was told
Nevertheless, darling, I won't tell a soul
