In the power of the night,
A girl is a falling star
Silver hair glistening like the burnt out star
She's wearing a necklace that's making her
Float in the sky when there is no ocean near.
In the power of the night,
The night brings a girl to a boy
But she lands in his hands like a weightless giant
He doesn't know what utopia she came from
But she's as gorgeous as twilight.
She is the break of dawn,
Even though he wants to yawn.
Her beauty smiles at the moon
And her moonlit eyes discern the sun.
In the power of the night,
He wonders where she's from
Who is she… a dark lit angel,
Risen from the sun's cold ashes?
And why fate has brought him to her
Or is fate flat?
In the power of the night,
She seems like a speechless heroine
Derived from the goddesses of the sky
Embraced in his protective arms
Like a swarm of burnt-out stars.