Link my door tonight, I am sold
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
You said it was a flash of green
But you hadn't known

And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel

And we late, nocturnal
And we late, nocturnal
And we late, nocturnal
And we late, nocturnal

But I am going to shoot
There's nothing like a break
But it may be a consolation
That shows us where we are

And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal

So most of how you felt
I'm glad I could help
I could talk this over twenty times again
Everything you've learned from a past island
So most of how you felt
I'm glad I could help

But I am going to shoot
There's nothing like a break
But it may be a consolation
That shows us where we are

And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal

And we late, nocturnal
And we late, nocturnal
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel

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Writer(s): JAMES BLAKE LITHERLAND