I used to hate the nighttime,
The whole world is becoming darker.
Colder, less inviting.
I used to hate it.
But I don't really know anymore,
After laying on your chest,
Telling you I love you,
And holding your hand as we drive home.
That I fell in love with you in the nighttime.
Made me realize that even though the world gets colder at night,
It'll always be warm in your arms
And now the world, in its darkness,
Appears a little brighter than it did before.