I have a memory
a magic night when I was 13 years old
I stayed out late with you.

You were everything that I was not
but I wanted to be
just as wild and lost and free.

At midnight in the playground
discourse turned to something stronger
I could hear it in your voice.
At midnight on the playground
time is frozen there forever.

Spectres and phantoms of our lives,
they illuminate the darkness.

I have a memory
a hazy night when I was 14 years old
at the evening's end.

You moved in first before I could
I wanted to start,
but I had so much to learn.

At midnight on the dance floor
movements turned to something stronger
I could sense it in your step.
At midnight on the dance floor
time is frozen there forever.

Spectres and phantoms of our lives,
they illuminate the darkness.

I have a memory
a certain night when I was 16 years old
in the back of your car.

You knew everything that I did not
but I wanted to learn,
learn to shed away the child.

At midnight in your bedroom
embraces turned to something stronger.
I could feel it in your touch.
At midnight in your bedroom
time is frozen there forever.

Spectres and phantoms of our lives
In my room the candles burn.
I sit and I watch them burn.
For my memories they burn.
They illuminate the darkness
Illuminate the darkness
Illuminate the darkness