I feared these nights would end like this,
That you would not accept my kiss,
Nor hold me, as a true love might -
My love, we could have owned the night.
They come for me, in hate and fear,
With morning's call my time draws near.
Yet still you won't forego the light -
My love, we could have owned the night.
These dreadful choices I must make!
To run, or face the blade and stake?
To leave you here, without a fight?
My love, we could have owned the night.
My love, transcend this mortal coil,
And never die, corrupt or spoil.
How can you say it is not right?
My love, we could have owned the night.