Late at night 
When reality's failing and nothing is prevailing but the wind 
I come to you 
Out of sight 
Like a fugitive trailing across a barren land, you let me in 
You always do 
My reason is caught by a sudden gust 
Of lateral thought that sweeps me 
Far beyond 
It's the opium of the night 
And the ocean of words 
That we throw in the air 
Grow more absurd 
And nobody seems to care 
It's a refugee's respite 
Cafe Society

Late at night (late at night) 
While the city lies sleeping and solitude is keeping me awake 
I think of you (I think of you) 
Dim your lights 
Oh, I want to sink deep in that river of oblivion you make 
I need it, too 
Let me check-in my mind 
With my coat at the door 
'Cause I want to go flying 
Where I've never been before 
Some inviting dark ravine 
If the hand that you hold 
In the dead of the night 
Is a little too cold 
The body seems just right 
It's a Toulouse Lautrec scene 

Cafe Society[Sound of footsteps walking along a street. 
A pause, the 
footsteps take two steps up a short flight of stairs. 
Five knocks, 
a door opens, a cocktail party is heard in the background, and 
'the doorman' asks: "Excuse me, sir, are you a member?"]