don´t talk to her when shooting stars are falling
don´t talk to her when she can smell the jasmine in the air
don´t talk to her when no one knows you´re calling
you might just say the words that keep her waiting there
don´t talk to her when she is softly sleeping
don´t wake her to the sound of your voice whispering her name
don´t tell her all the secrets you´ve heen keeping
don´t tell her that you´re drowning in a river of shame
when the wolf is howling
underneath the moon
underneath the window
of a hotel room
burn the blanket
shoot the light
but don´t talk to her at night
don´t talk to her in thunder or in lightning
don´t talk to her with fuses blown and wires falling down
don´t talk to her when the fever is frightening
when she´s burning in the bedroom in an evening gown
or when the wolf is howling
undernearh the moon
underneath the window
of a hotel room
burn the blanket
shoot the light
but don´t talk to her at night
don´t talk to her at night
