Don't talk to her when shooting stars are falling

Don't talk to her when she can smell the jasmine in the air

Don't talk to her when no one knows you're calling

You might just say the words that keep her waiting there



Don't talk to her when she is softly sleeping

Don't wake her to the sound of your voice whispering her name

Don't tell her all the secrets you've heen keeping

Don't tell her that you're drowning in a river of shame



When the wolf is howling

Underneath the moon

Underneath the window

Of a hotel room

Burn the blanket

Shoot the light

But don't talk to her at night



Don't talk to her in thunder or in lightning

Don't talk to her with fuses blown and wires falling down

Don't talk to her when the fever is frightening

When she's burning in the bedroom in an evening gown



Or when the wolf is howling

Undernearh the moon

Underneath the window

Of a hotel room

Burn the blanket

Shoot the light

But don't talk to her at night

Don't talk to her at night






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