All Through The Night

Well, he loves the dawn
But I am the night.
And I bet he wants,
Something beautiful, simple and bright.
But I think too much,
I love like I'm dying,
And I come and go like the moon, like the moon,
My face shows when I'm lying
And I'll never burn like some,
Or bathe him in silver light
And when the sun set comes,
I'll be loving him, loving him all through the night.
There was a time,
Many in fact.
They called me 'sunshine',
But only my mother knows that,
A kiss on his shoulder,
His chest and his hands,
And he talks so funny,
so I kiss his mouth and be sunshine again, but just for him
And I may not burn like some,
I'll bathe him in silver light
And the sunset comes,
I'll be loving him, loving him all through the night
And oh his laughter,
I still still hear it thirty midnights after,
But I just can't confess
Oh I know I'm in over my head,
And I know he knows that I know he knows.
That he is the sun and I am the moon,
Hung like a ghost in the sky when it's day and he's lighting me too.
But he is no fool, he's sees I'm a mess,
So I'll blame these unsteady hands on the wine,
When we dance, non the less.
And I'll never burn like some,
But I'll let him shine so bright,
He'll know when morning comes,
That I've been loving him, loving him all through the night.
All through the night, all through the night.