Park Without A Light

Let me hold your little hands and dance throughout the night

To the songs of days of old in the park without a light

You can wear my finest jacket on top of your white gown

We will give a middle finger to this shithole of a town

When we dance to an old love song from nineteen sixty five

You'll feel like the you're the finest woman in this world alive

There will be no pain to speak of, there will be no you or me

And for the first time in my life, I know I'm feeling free

And one day we'll turn bitter and our love will go stale

And we'll reminisce the dawning of our fairy tale