Chris De Burgh The Ecstacy Of Flight (i Love The Night) Lyrics

Come to my door
meet me at midnight.
I can't wait anymore and affer midnight
We must head for the town

Keep under cover till dawn with a bagful of wine.
The night is alive
look in the shadows
Because now is the time out in the shadows.
To be somebody else
complete transformation
From the someone we are in the day.
I hear a noise - there is something going on.
I hear a voice - there is something going on.
I see the boys - there is something going on.
And something is happening to me
yeah.
I love the night
I love the night

I love the element of danger and the ecstasy of flight.
I love the night
I love the night

I love to dance with a stranger and to feel her delight

And when the dancing is through
I kick off my shoes
And I listen to the beating of my heart.
After the fall
then came the hunger
In the hearts of us all
ooh
such a hunger
That begins after dark
hides in the heart
Like a wolf that is waiting inside.

I see a light - there is aomething going on
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It's getting bright - there is something going on.
I look outside - there is something going on
And someone is calling to me.
I love the night
I love the night

I love the element of danger and the ecstasy of flight.
I love the night
I love the' night

I love to be with a stranger and to feel her delight.
And when the morning begins
I have to get in
Before sunlight can fall upon my face.
I love the night
I love the night

I love the element of danger and the ecstasy of flight

I love the night
I love the night
I love the night

There is something going on
I love the night
I love the night

I love the night
I love the night
there is something going on.
There is something going on
I love the night
I love the night

There is something going on
I love the night

Meet me at midnight
there is something going on
I love the night

Meet me at midnight
there is something going on
I love the night . . .