In The Heat Of The Night – Michel Montecrossa

I saw you. You were smiling.
Your dress was tight.
I saw you – in the heat of the night.

I met you. You were lookin’:
just like a cry.
I met you – in the heat of the night.

How can we escape before it is too late?
How can we understand without pain?
How can we spell the words of love and not of hell?
How can we bear the beat and the drive
while searchin’ for each other in the heat of the night?

I miss you. You are there.
In my head.
I miss you – I’m stretched out in my bed.

I miss you. You are there.
In my heart.
I miss you – and it’s tearin’ me apart.

Can you see, can you feel what I see?
Can you see, can you feel what I feel?
Can you see, can you feel: it is me?
Can you see, can you feel, can you be
on the other side of the heat of the night?

You are thinkin’ and a-wonderin’.
Yes, you do.
You are thinkin’ – thinkin’ of me.
That’s what you do.

You can come, come closer.
Always more.
You can come – through the open door.

We are here, we are there, we are everywhere!
We can’t escape, can’t explain, can’t deny the pain!
We can’t delay, can not stay, can not go away!
We are helpless, we are brave, we are great!
We are in love
and desire is fire in the heat of the night.

I saw you. You were smiling.
Your dress was tight.
I saw you – in the heat of the night.

I met you. You were lookin’:
just like a cry.
I met you – in the heat of the night.