The dark night stretches out ahead And i wish you'd never leave this bed Perhaps that's how it's meant to be The art of kissing properly I think it's summer still outside A few last beams of late sunlight Broke through the windows as if to see The art of kissing properly So look at us now Weather beaten and crushed by every storm We could go out tonight But there's no place left they'll ever let us in Who knows Why do we have such fires in our hearts? Who knows We never see much good when we're apart Who knows Why do we have such fires in our hearts? Who knows We never see much good when we're apart Who knows Why do we have such fires in our hearts? Who knows We never see much good when we're apart And you know