Tonight trees part for the crescent moonnOn a cool 3amnI'm driving, and every light is stopped on greennUnwavering, contentnnWe…can we always be this freennI'm coasting; an empty road requires my thoughtsnI'm in love and complynHow this short trip could inspire such sentimentnEscapes me and that's finennWe…can we always be this freennListen to me cuz I swear there has got to be more to all of thisnA prevalent essence that escapes the science we've learnednI'll remember to thank God for a night like thisnnMy condition, so fragile, insignificantnAnd yet all that there isnThose before me, and the millions yet to comenWill live for love like thisnnWe…can we always be this freennListen to me cuz I swear there has got to be more to all of thisnA prevalent essence that escapes the science we've learnednLife's too poetic to be systematically sound and definednMy summer skin is alive in the darkest of nightnI'll remember, I must remember, to thank God for a night like this