Believe me in the morning.
It's not a lie to say I feel it,
It's not a lie to say I want,
but tonight feels just like heaven.
And heaven tends to lie.

You're an angel all at midnight,
and you have a wonderful, beautiful face,
but please believe me in the morning.
there should be truth within this place.
A thousand sighs are easy,
forever tumbles out
lips lie when bathed in moonlight
But believe me -
Believe me in the morning,
and if I say it twice:
stay.