We shall never know the beckons drive
A course of dancing and music might take
Apart the flip switch of the tyrant's gate
For my heart has made the strong ones cry
But they won't ever hear my poetic lullaby
For a racing mind is an impulsive choice
We will never think about the voice
It says to be patient and wait things out
And I want to, but somehow I know not
The lights were dim and our voices hush
As batman kept through Gotham's dust
Feeling his heartbeat against my ear
I was hoping that time would disappear
Holding me close and caressing me too
My mind is made up and I like you!