As night became and daytime was lost,
There was a simple pleasure in the air
And we became a flurry of hands and lips and skin.

As morning broke and the moon said goodbye,
A chill crept along the grass
And we became a rush of clothes and coffee and car keys.

As afternoon so suddenly was there and the morning whispered farewell,
Came the instantaneous surge of the people in the streets
And we became a standstill of stares and worries and send offs.