Late Summer Night

Late summer night.
I hear two loversthrough the windowtalking close to my door.
And though it′s ordinarythey had never caught my mindlike they did tonightcarring me to another time. Late summer nightthe air is full of soundsbut I feel bound by somethinginside.
It seems to matter nowto watch her movesjoking about the face she pullstrying to hide our looks... We never cared aboutthe things to do.
Nothing but our love.
So I can't lie now.
And I′m sorry for my changing mood.
But I can't lie nowdon't you let me be misunderstood.
Summer time is going byand my mind is feelingso confused.
I remember last time.
Undecided wordsbut we felt sure. Wonder if she thinks it over.
Somewhere if she′s lookingat this late summer night.