Here I am, sudden stilled. Helpless form, hopeless willed. Wonder off, near and far. Cold or warm, in my heart. I won’t dare refuse to say good night. Won’t you let me take you home? Won’t you be my contraband? Won’t you come and take me out like Francis Ferdinand? Run away on our own. Run away like we can. Run away like desperation’s played our only hand. Here we go. You at night, blinds the stars. All alone, tears me apart. Would I dare refuse to say good night? Among the fluttering I remember what I’ve lost with you.