Prisoners of Evening

Lyrics by David Batteau and John Leftwich

We meet here most evenings pretending it's chance we're prisoners of meaning and slaves to romance
the longing and passion
left buried undone
and the youth that we'd wasted
afraid to be seen
in the light of the sun
All love's Joys left untasted
It's time we embraced
every pleasure that comes
There was a day
when love was unbound
a someone whose heart I was
wrapped up around
I saw those dreams slip to the ground freeing another day's lonliness found
now prisoners of evening believing in chance awoke In the morning still slaves to romance
the fire in the skyline the sun going down one more night of persuing love's old chains undoing begins with a glance

and a promise revealing
now gives us the feeling
we're learning to dance