The night started with anticipation
Nineteen stops away from the regular train station
The world moved by, as I listened to poetry
And five stops away, you waited for me

You held my hand and we ran away
from the terribly monotonous day
To a magic ghost-town where strangers danced all night
And laughed through the empty streets, under the pale moonlight

We walked
And you asked me if I was okay
I wanted nothing more than to stay