There is a Dark Planet in my dreams,
that solely exists at Night.
The Light dissolves it while it spins.
The Darkness builds the other side.
Where to stand? Where to live? Where to love?
Hurry, hurry! The prime meridian moves along.
You promised we’d be eroded by making love,
but the Day proves you wrong.
I only have a body when you come, Night, my sweet!
Can we make it still?