It was a cold winter night,
You lit candles all over the room
The room was full of roses
Still I can sense your perfume.
The tune that you played
In your grand old piano,
That was exciting me more,
Like a rising volcano.
You were pouring the wine
As red as blood
Did you offer me the drink?
Or offered your heart?
I was standing on the rostrum,
And enjoying the city light,
Thinking about your perfect date,
And this never ending night.