Think of the mischievous nights
When we can set feelings free
We run through the quiet city
With hair flying light
For the night is time to let slide
Of all that is kept inside.

Think of the naughty nights
When we know there is no one else awake
We fly above the shimmering lake
With bare feet floating light
For those nights are not to stay
For all that is kept away.

Mischievous Nights