Burn down the night,
it never did keep
its promise.
It left me with desire,
halfway desires
and longing.

Prescriptions and pills
didn't bring me the thrill
of dreaming.
About all those girls,
those Italian girls.

They are now,
nothing to me.
They are now,
nothing to me.

Because tonight,
it's hard to love blindly.

To live alone,
inside that long summer.
Where pretty young things
are always in love with loving.
And always the moon,
is getting caught inside your heart,
clanking.
A rusty old thing,
that never seems to stop.

Burn it down,
burn it for me.
Burn it down,
burn it for me.

Because tonight,
it's hard to love blindly.