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. Café Society. Late at night (late at night) While the city lies sleeping and solitude is keeping me awake, I think of you Dim your lights (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. Café Society. (‘Excuse me, sir, are you a member ?')