During the night, when we are together
we lay in our half drunken state in each others arms
staring blankly behind each others eyes, trying to figure
out what's going through our heads.
The key to know what she feels isn't in her head, it's
through her lips, or so I thought.
Our lips met and they couldn't be parted, not for long at
least.

During the night, some sick magic trick was played.
Everything was perfect, too perfect, so perfect that I
couldn't tell between the real and the fake.
Was it the alcohol? The smokes? The view around us? Or was
it just me...
Was I so blind to ignore the reality that I would have
sensed long before it started?
Guess hope blinded the heart.

During the night, something beautiful happened, but by
morning it was all gone.
The tricks played by the stars above faded, now everything
is real again.
Craving for a cigarette to choke up the pain, I wonder
around, thinking if I had done something wrong.
Blaming myself, blaming everyone, blaming everything.
But in the end there is no one left to blame, because that's
how life goes.

During the night a lot of things happened.
Fake and real, true or false, everything is shaped like a
yes or no.
So the next time you wake up in the morning and you feel
like someone betrayed you during the night,
quit your bitching and whining, open your eyes and realize
that this is all part of the circle of life -
you win some you lose some.
You might feel you are losing a whole lot more
but you can't even imagine how much you gain.