Oh, my dear, oh, sweet night,
Return and save me from the spite
Of the empty, unloved, and uptight
Reassure that this is right

Oh, my dear, oh, please soon,
Catch my hope that's failed to bloom
Your eyes, twin torches, light the room
Banish the impending doom

Oh, my dear, oh, I'm weak,
I fear the future's looking bleak
I'm nothing more than a lonesome freak
Yet you sit and wipe the tears from my cheek

Oh, my dear, oh, such a crisis
We were left to our own devices
And, oh, the looks on their faces were priceless
When we got up and danced with our vices