Black Clouds in a summer fire.
Black clothes in your memory.
Your wicked plastic smile
A transparency.
The fire's dancing just like me.
Nightfall used to be your ocean
And I your bridge to cross.
I survived your deadly potion.
Only you can feel the loss.
Now you're looking at me to be your boss.

You can see me flicker in the light of your eyes
And I won't be a victim of your terrible lies.
And you can find me dancing by the light of the moon.
But you won't find me coming back to you...

... Too soon
... Too soon
... Too soon
... Too soon

Hot summer has come to meet you
Right there where you left it last.
The sweep of loud cicadas
That sing of summers past.
You take the green right from the grass.

You can see me flicker in the light of your eyes
And I won't be a victim of your terrible lies.
And you can find me dancing by the light of the moon.
But you won't find me coming back to you...

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Writer(s): PATRICIA ROTHBERG, PATTI ROTHBERG