summer, low-down under city lightsand the dress is way low-keythe hearts in the queue all beat in timefor as far as the eye can seeand even if it seems that they’re drifting awayhe is gripping her hand so tighthe takes a deep breath and he tries to saythat he’s leaving her after midnightflickering signs and the neon flamesall distract their riddled mindsand everyone smiles as they lose the sanebut she stops to check the timeand a tear rolls down as the seconds falland she’s gripping his hand so tightshe takes a deep breath and she tries to say »don’t leave me here after midnight »and her mother told her »i was once like you,it’ll all be overand it will seem too soon. »she’s watching her sun go downshe’s watching the stars burn outafter midnight