Moonlight, starlight, star bright. I think I see my shadow on the wall. Moonlight, silence and silver. . I think I hear a footstep in the hall. I know it's only make-believe, pretend.
No need to speak, it's there in your eyes. We speak the language of love. The city's asleep but we're so alive tonight. The language of love is whispering softly "take me".