Nothing goes to plan.
"It's all the game of chance," they say in Wonderland.
There's magic in the air.
A tragic love affair that I don't understand.
These summer girls are really something else.
Our lives are short but the nights are long.
Mrs. Halloween
is drinking at the bar again in New Orleans.
She throws another dart
and narrowly avoids my lonely broken heart torn apart.
These summer girls are really something else.
(It won't be long...)
Our lives are short but the nights are long.
The nights go on and on.
The nights go on and on.
The nights go on and on.
So pinch me, I must be dreaming.
My life has lost all its meaning
but I like the way I'm feeling now
kissing your lips at midnight
under the stars and moonlight.
But I never thought we'd be this wrong.
The nights go on and on.
The nights go on and on.
The nights go on and on.
She's looking good tonight.
I love the way she glows in ultraviolet light.
Intoxicate my mind.
I know that love is blind and I'm not seeing right.
Not alright!
These summer girls are really something else.
(It won't be long...)
Our lives are short but the nights are long.
These summer girls are really something else.
(It won't be long...)
Our lives are short but the nights are long.
The nights go on and on.
The nights go on and on.
The nights go on and on.