Remember those nights when we were free ?
Those nights where you can feel the wind on your face,
As you're running along the midnight streets.
Where fear is not dangerous, but something you're looking for.
Remember the lights, the stars,
Looking up at the city still alive and burning,
When the lark is still sleeping.
Everything that was forbidden we did on those sleepless nights.
This feeling of freedom and invincibility,
That makes you feel like the sun will never rise.
Laying down on the grass or being sick on it.
Feeling loved or feeling love,
This warmth inside of you that contrasts with the cold on your skin.
Those wonderful people I've met on those nights,
Do they remember my name ?
Sometimes they're faces will come to me,
And I can't help but wonder,
How much their dayself is different from their nightself.
Because we all know that with dawn,
We all take off our masks,
And go regain our lives.
And are left with breathtaking or shameful memories,
Or with no idea of what happened during those nights,
While you were someone else.
