I love my wife very much.
She is my best choice.
She is my good luck and my wounds when I'm cold.
She is the calmness of my heart,
my trust when I'm afraid,
and my strength when I am in doubt,
when I'm weak.
She is my truth in a time of falsehood.
I love my wife because she made my life paradise.
We'll hold the line, we'll run
until the lights return.
Even if we crash and turn,
I'll find you in the blur
until the lights return.
We'll stitch our hearts in the flame
to keep the dark from knowing our name.
The radio hums a ghostly tune of promises beneath the moon.
I see your face in phantom glow and every night the power goes.
And even as the stars adjourn,
we'll wait until the lights return.
Until the lights return,
maybe the sun forgot our street,
but we've got fire beneath our feet.
If hope is just a fragile wire,
then let it hum, let it inspire.
Until the lights return,
the city still will yearn.
Every scar will end and turn,
every loss a flame to learn.
Until the lights return,
I'll keep your name in turn
through every fallen bird.
Until the lights return.