I came and I saw love,
but I waited; I looked to another night. No.
There is a song - a black refrain
that's racked with guilt and teased by pain.
What does it mean?
It lifts for no reason, changes moods like the seasons. As if I had to prove myself.
But I could only sing to you,
pray for you, read our last rites.
I know that song; it's Casablancan night.
Foresight, like twilight it flees.
Moonlighting and caution floats on the breeze
across the sea.
There is a song keeps haunting me -
my malady for all to see.
What does it mean?
See love in its death row.
Come and laugh at the sideshow.
I didn't have to prove myself.
I only had to sing to you,
pray for you, read our last rites.
I know that song; it's Casablancan night.
Oh. I know that song; it's Casablancan night.
Words and music copyright Graham Trust
