The Blooming Midnight

The great escape in dark locked rooms,
The view out of the walls and windows
In the middle of the bright sunset
On a day in too early spring.

But the outside couldn't be more
Opposite to the clouds in my heart.
The sky is smiling and the moon is full.

And I'm still drinking tea in the midnight sun,
It's the only time for me and you I can call fun.
Why am I supposed to turn on the lights?
There's nothing for me to see or to want.

Closing my eyes I can sit cross-legged
In the vivid green grass on still cold ground
And pity the flowers - They have to freeze.

If I reach out my hand
All I'll feel is the soft breeze
Of the marching fireflies heading
With trumpets in my direction.

And I'm still drinking tea in the midnight sun,
It's the only time for you and me I can call fun.
Why am I supposed to turn on the lights?
There's nothing for me to see or to want.

The dancing shadows pirouette
Can't get perfection when the piano lacks.
I want to paint the world,
It's going to slow and the grey's killing me.

But the rain would wash it away,
It'll be the moment I feel too numb to
Even see the water in my eyes.

And I'm still drinking tea in the midnight sun,
It's the only time for us I can call fun.
Why am I supposed to turn on the lights?
There's nothing for me to see or to want.
It won't help to get rid of the melody.